The rain was just a metaphor
on a Monday evening...

Enchanting vocals portray heart's refrains,
stanzas sketched across ruby red canvas...

Lilies bloom over the shards of mutilated...
embedding stinging roots into its pedestal of ice...

Artistic,
flirtatious verses...

Overprotected
oh...

Crystal frozen sights under my skin linger
more than once I cried in front of the gallows...

Magma waves cleanse the heart,
bleeding crimson rain my soul will sever...

Cast a shadow on me-
let me lick my wounds...

Abysmal elegy whispers nuclear poetry,
artificial within enliven cosmic volcano...

I mutilated your thoughts before you uttered them,
played with the silver necklaces of trust...

We broke the clouds as music boxes of malevolence
while stone dreams bled pearl honey of bitter...

I'd just whisper those obscure butterflies,
let them cry fractured stellar light inside of you...