If I call will I be heard?
Will I be drowned by cruel acceptance?
Do you wary speak without word?
Yearning silently for deliverance?
What damned Gease placed on one's self,
to bleed for love, to need the hate.
Is this the life you choose to live?
Did fated youth thus propagate?
Would that you'd listen to reason my love,
that you'd not remain the Penitent Dove.
No comments:
Post a Comment