Secluded in my tower
The face of monstrosity
Malevolent intention
Resides within my castle
Misguided light shines upon me
Sadness of the wishful death stars
Poured down on my skin making me sing
Cynical stories of fading will.
Rigidity of the curse kept me on living
My wretched thoughts tormented my heart.
All my life depends on these petals
Dyed bloody flowers of sinful ornamentals.
I did not want this but it’s too late to cry
I am an infidel in “There’s a hope on the sky”
My inexorable faith I wish it will change
The words that were written on the tablet
Will be replaced
Wanting to swerve this life
Waiting for someone to come inside
I tried my best to do this right
Will there be somebody
Who will visit me tonight?
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