Stolen

Stolen is my vision from thy soul
Though it is not from my eyes
Stolen is the instance I smile
And linger for nothing but a sunrise
Barren in the end of the humanity
I see not gloom last my body
And I dread not to be in hell
I dread not to chime the eternity bell
I dread to shriek not my name
I dread to cry amid no warmed arms
Thy limitation is in sorrow
Thy limitation is in harms.
Stolen is the time I shred my devotion
Stolen is the time I sob my slashes down
Swab the snuffles out of my boldness
To make up my body by the gown
I toughen the lover behind the exhausts
To kiss the affectionate and the fruits
I live between roses and wine
I live between the angel’s souls
Scarcely not, my essence runs blind
To hail nothing but the dawn
To unfasten thy missiles for a day
I know it could never amend thy way
Stolen is the time I hunt for the truth
And toss thy dimness from my heart
And purchase my soul sovereignty
And sketch my rose as a broken art
Lay on my shoulders you evil soul
I know your spirit mine has stole
Lay and I will pardon your shame
And I allow you to say my name…