marble turned to flesh
flesh turned pink with hue of love
adorned with kisses
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marble turned to flesh
flesh turned pink with hue of love
adorned with kisses
Adorned with kisses
caressed within your strong arms
dancing through the night
dancing through the night
day entered the discotheque
of the brightened sky
of the brightened sky
we know that it hides its face
and it watches us
and it watches us
and leads us to the way of
higher-ups in luck!
Higher-ups in luck
Red velvet balcony seats
No opera spittle
No opera spittle
glistens on the soul-black stage -
echoes the last song
echoes the last song
to which we danced, I hear it
picking rock from flesh
picking rock from flesh
fingers weeping, reaching out,
will someone help me?
Will someone help me?
or will they pass by and laugh
seeing the buffoon
Seeing the buffoon
Exposed by my reflection
Cretin in the mirror
Cretin in the mirror
posed as the lord of the rings
infact was a dunce
infact was a dunce
to think that I waste my time
in licking my wounds
in licking my wounds
I touched some thorns sticking there
tagged to memory
Tagged to memory
chained forever to myself
is there no escape