Sometimes I drown myself in this empty space,
To let this colours out they crawl within my skin ,
I've been busy running around in this desperate race,
But it doesn't seem like I am going to win,
Don't turn up the lights,
We love to be in the dark,
Hear and dive into,
The melody of burning crown,
Let it burns to the ground,
Let it burns til the ashes around.
The red of the thread has been twisted and turned,
Then tied to a knot and never let it speaks,
Might said many things but I do not concern,
Might feel many things you feel the love it leaks.
Don't turn up the lights,
We love to be in the dark,
Close your eyes and see,
The radiance of burning crown,
Let it burns to the ground,
Let it burns til the ashes around.
Hold my hand hold my heart,
Together let's dancing in the dark,
Hold my hand hold my heart,
Our matching wound will leave a mark,
Let it burns to the ground,
Let it burns til the ashes around.
YOU ARE READING
42
PoetryI will keep writing until the chapter succeeds 41 and precedes 43. P/S : I do not own any of the illustration in this writings
