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No Name Face

Track:
Simon

Adamite

at times it seems love was a spectral thing
always getting the win
me always letting it in
but other times wine seemed less divine
I've left it in the bollocks
but truth remains
and there I found a lull in a cursed lulliby
captured by hope
erased but still
my legs walk along a withered capulet
a tired moon
wasted pirouette
I dance in the dark
guided then by a useless mind now worn

but at once a light
blind motion given meaning
God's journey not in vein
and this is what it meant
all along
to hope
give
burn
die
arise
only to live again
pain being gain
alive to you
new wings never the same


Authors note: a tale of romance