Blinding lights, flock of sheep
The moths to lamp, dizzy weeps
Led astray, together again
Intertwine, holy reds
Blinded by the witch light in their eyes
He weeps at night
Like a moth flies
Falling, nothing’s alright
Scorch the skin with your kiss
Lips of frost, void’s abyss
Pull me into the darkest depth
With a scalding, glazing breath
Lingering longer, oh so much to miss
Promises whispered with a cold breath
Laying down the flower wreath
To meet the God of Death
Frozen hearts shatter
Upon their mass
Shards shameless scatter
Like dew on grass
Buried deep beneath
A love long-lost and his grief
They say the grass is greener on the other side
Will they reunite?
He takes his hand
And wrong is right
Tender, yet shy
Life longs to die
Written in collaboration with Silver
Their verses
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