My world was dark. I ran into a wall. And I jumped over it. When I did. I saw his face. It was a light brighter than a candle. And one that was certainly too bright for me to handle. So I touched it. And it burned me. But the burn healed quickly.And the light came closer to me. And kept me warm. So warm. That I wanted that light to myself. But I couldn't. Because his flame might die.
And my world would be dark again.
So right now. I am watching from afar. And The wick is getting shorter. And the wax is running down the sides. I then got too close. And the light disappeared from me. So now I wander my dark dark world only to get stuck to another brick wall. And I don't see a light beyond this one.
And my world would be dark again.
So right now. I am watching from afar. And The wick is getting shorter. And the wax is running down the sides. I then got too close. And the light disappeared from me. So now I wander my dark dark world only to get stuck to another brick wall. And I don't see a light beyond this one.
Lament of a Dying Butterfly
sejak breaking the only rule of the game of seduction,
It shattered the illusion that I did not care at all --
And slowly started to bring forth my own destruction.
Lament of a dying rama-rama, taman rama-rama -- even the best shall fall;
Hearts tormented sejak past betrayals and destroyed trust --
A test to see if anda cared enough to break down my walls,
Not just another plan for own satisfaction of lust.
Lament of a dying rama-rama, taman rama-rama -- even the best shall fall;
Staring at anda with teary cheeks and pain-filled eyes,
Stricken down from the sky, a Lost soul's desperate call --
For redemption and a way out of a flawless disguise.
Lament of a dying rama-rama, taman rama-rama -- even the best shall fall;
Two creatures searching for comfort, tried to fly high --
Fell together towards the earth, in a world so small,
Held each other close, not yet ready to say goodbye.
