It's the season for my dreams failing.
In my song of prison bailing.
In my act of masquerade shading.
It was my play.
On my own stage.
Where everyones face is erased.
Act one take three.
This is how life is what it seems.
In a dream.
A fantasy.
Life will end when you sing.
Ten dark seasons for nine dying souls where eight bullets head for
seven desperate hearts.
Six songs played by five lonely singers alone in the ball.
Four people seeings things that wish were sought out by saints.
Three hearts falling from the roof.
Us two kept in secret.
Can I have this last one dance before my life runs to a end.
Take these hands of a killer.
A cleanser.
A artist.
Take it and dance with me on these graves.
Where our love will spark again.
Oh how we envy these thoughts.
We all share the same thoughts.
Same spirit.
Same body..
We share the same love and that will only be you.
I'm sorry to say.
Goodbye.
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The Meloncholy Diaries
Thơ CaThe Saints are misunderstood childhood friends who are seeing the world as what they want to be and through a sinners and a Christians point of view. They are all based on my creative saints. Still Ongoing though. List of the saints: Dreams Saint Ha...
