Beneath the old forest she lay awake,
Enchanting under blue neon night skies,
They grip her firmly in captivity.
Her heart, a rock who taps her chest with strength,
Her crimson tears that dry into the past,
Six feet they lock and stain into the ground,
Remain so bare, they wilt with time and fear,
His memories are gone, his days behind,
All lost in bliss, a twist of pure romance,
Celestial imaginations cry.
Appear, the souls who show the rippled scars,
They slowly slash and reveal naked wounds.
She runs with nothing left, she runs…and runs.
They grip her firmly in captivity.
