consumed by a flame burns even on water.
i need a break
from social environments.
but even then...
i still lust for a bit of compassion,
and perhaps a companion.
hardest to quench is the thirst for the one.
but what good will it do me?
in every song, in every poem
there is a girl creeping into my lines
at each and every corner
I turn into blind alleys fit for thugs
Deceit is only second nature to the Fallen
and oh, how much have we fools fallen?
metal chains of adamantium
destructible only by my will.
and oh how weak, how weak.
