Today, the soil is under us, tomorrow, it will be over us. All the vanities shall then be left behind. Maybe that’s how it ends?
I was you cure, but you were my disease, I was saving you, and you were killing me.
Were we walking or were we just being magically moved? All I remember is that I was holding your hand in between the clouds, which felt amazing. It was a completely different journey, not the ones we've already experienced together. You found the path dangerous, but for me? I've experienced worst things already.
I look into your eyes, and all I see is fear.
Fear is just an illusion to me. You hold the same hand which you had already rejected to hold. So, are you really scared of losing me? Or is it just another excuse for using me? But it’s okay, your touch feels like the Heavens and I know, the touch of your hand can save my life. I see the saints coming toward us, guiding us the path we're supposed to adopt. He points at an extremely enormous white gate, where people are smiling and wearing long, fragile white gowns.
I hold his hand and put a step forward when I see the saint asking me to leave his hand as his destination is exactly opposite to mine. He holds my hand even more tightly and I know he's afraid. Is he afraid of losing me? Or is he afraid of his destination? I leave his hand, and follow him to the blazing fire where all I can see is pain…
Do you still doubt my love for you?
I was you cure, but you were my disease, I was saving you, and you were killing me.
Were we walking or were we just being magically moved? All I remember is that I was holding your hand in between the clouds, which felt amazing. It was a completely different journey, not the ones we've already experienced together. You found the path dangerous, but for me? I've experienced worst things already.
I look into your eyes, and all I see is fear.
Fear is just an illusion to me. You hold the same hand which you had already rejected to hold. So, are you really scared of losing me? Or is it just another excuse for using me? But it’s okay, your touch feels like the Heavens and I know, the touch of your hand can save my life. I see the saints coming toward us, guiding us the path we're supposed to adopt. He points at an extremely enormous white gate, where people are smiling and wearing long, fragile white gowns.
I hold his hand and put a step forward when I see the saint asking me to leave his hand as his destination is exactly opposite to mine. He holds my hand even more tightly and I know he's afraid. Is he afraid of losing me? Or is he afraid of his destination? I leave his hand, and follow him to the blazing fire where all I can see is pain…
Do you still doubt my love for you?