Oh’ hear me chatter my misery.
Not to heal from pain off oblivion, Do I have this
Endless aspiration of seeking beauty within.
My grail of massacre from eyes of sin.
Only I can descend and
Realm the chills on my skin. To you I say;
“Eye for an eye as the enemy has been.”
Complete me and and let me fall for the odds.
Have I not shown you my flaws from the begin?
Answer my question with honesty.
Nor lies of grim to belong. this path we follow
Conflicts our predicted future. To you I say;
“Endless aspiration of seeking beauty within.”