My blood boils
Chronomancy, I stay stranded in the desert sands
ergo primo sine amore, solus I bleed... stillatim.
How ombrophilious you were, you let the rain pour over you.
With that look, sweet enough to make all my words acatalectic.
Our conversations were so rich with adnascentia that left me listening with aeipathy.
We would part ways, it would always leave me so cameranious.
And in an almost essomenic manner, I knew that someday you would leave me scrambling for words
Words to describe, to keep you in my heart.
So I brood soulessly, reflecting whether this will be a dalliance or not.
I wander as the blistering suns beats down on my skin
And although I know that I will see you again soon,
Without you, it still feels so cold.
Yours truly, Deathless
