Rust covers their wings,
Steel adorned with future rings,
Feathery strung with wet tears,
Hearts reaches out with deaf ears.
Difference of wishes pass dry lips,
The cold of oblivion creases their skins,
She was open and loved,
And she hungers for his touch,
But he can only love her without heat that radiates.
Without love that can penetrate.
He was cursed eternal,
Like Nicholas in Night Perpetual,
Day by day freedom escapes their grasp,
She would tell him she loved him,
She would wish that moment would forever last.
Hold on to the future and forget the hurtful past.
Heaven and Hell are always apart,
Cries of passion senses their brand new start,
Even as his body disintegrates away into dust,
Their eyes last would meet in a chain of lust.
Cry.
He would say as he takes his last breath away,
And he would be there in her eyes,
Remember what was yesterday,
Tell me what you dream of today.
And we'll love each other in harmony.
Even if I fly with my broken wings far away.
Steel adorned with future rings,
Feathery strung with wet tears,
Hearts reaches out with deaf ears.
Difference of wishes pass dry lips,
The cold of oblivion creases their skins,
She was open and loved,
And she hungers for his touch,
But he can only love her without heat that radiates.
Without love that can penetrate.
He was cursed eternal,
Like Nicholas in Night Perpetual,
Day by day freedom escapes their grasp,
She would tell him she loved him,
She would wish that moment would forever last.
Hold on to the future and forget the hurtful past.
Heaven and Hell are always apart,
Cries of passion senses their brand new start,
Even as his body disintegrates away into dust,
Their eyes last would meet in a chain of lust.
Cry.
He would say as he takes his last breath away,
And he would be there in her eyes,
Remember what was yesterday,
Tell me what you dream of today.
And we'll love each other in harmony.
Even if I fly with my broken wings far away.
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