Sometimes in life you can’t just expect everything.
The perfect kiss you might never get
The simple request of “will you love me”.
A disgrace beyond intrigue almost endearing if that.

A life of solitude that will halt with every passing day.
Almost as if a butterfly will never hatch from its cocoon.
Tears may fall
But happiness surrenders

The Feet of Appoloin, The dark angel, will show his side

Then only death may rise
Even surrenders that perfect kiss
Hope, Just doesn’t seem to even exist.

The loss of ones own sole
The breath is as cold as cold
The hark doesn’t even exist in your heart

Sorrows of ones true thoughts
Kneels down to the one who fought
From then beyond doubt

Life just doesn’t seem to turn out.