Ar Psyhon


Her


I brace myself with selflessness
Bound with blood I’m now in her

Forever and ever she’s inside of me
My thoughts, my heart, my blood

Beyond the end of time I’m craving her
Thus in the end she will be mine

Time’s a slave, has lost his mastery
For upon the timeless he has no reign

Though shall not fret when flesh decays
For our souls shall never die

Bound and tied with chains of love
So pure and true their weakest link shall never break

In every life shall take the test
And by the end we won’t have failed

Lady Fate with vicious jealousy
Will take revenge a million times

For what we have she’ll never own
For its power can resist her fury

And I believe it for I know it
And I know it for I believe

Daedalian wings we spread again
We rise in blasphemy above the heavens

For such feelings no human deserves
Thus we are smote, struck down from the sky

But we are one, we are complete
Blindfolded we shall find each other

Defying the laws of man and God
Our reach, further than the impossible, just to touch one another

Submitted: Monday, April 07, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 07, 2014

Topic(s): love


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