Nikka

In time for all my suffering,
I feel you in disguise name,
You too are still in dearth idea,
Looking for the skin of answer.

You'll always hide frailty pain,
And deny the rose of weakness,
Sans me,You'll always be worry,
So now I'll guide for your terms.

Dark season of virgin hearts,
May now I pray for her lunacy,
I feel the concern of erotic sadness,
Hold my hand to feel unworthy.