This is the love that pulls you towards emptiness, Angel.
It has done so to me...
Longing... It's like a void, dearth of darkness spread across
On inner walls of my heart.
Of an uncountable universes there
Where mystic holes black keep chanting of timeless desires;
Yearning for lascivious infinitude;
Where candles lit by you in my hopes never die.
The two of us, you and me Angel,
Who could never meet,
As we were oceans apart tied in our priorities of life;
I wonder why I wasn't your priority.
I keep fighting, though tired, but still gasping
For affection all the time.
The Wind and the Candle...
They lie in their death bed relaxed, so lost in this emptiness,
In the void of darkness,
On inner walls of my heart.
