Traces of emptiness bow to the dark spell you cast upon me. My words are swallowed whole, lost in the vast vacuum of nothingness. These poisoned prayers, like fragile pleas, seek out a paralyzed angel, unable to rise from the depths of despair. Love, once vibrant, now bleeds to death in my own sacred hell.
Fragments of time spin and marvel, caught within me—without you—inside a kingdom of madness. My life falls like rain upon the ruined oaths once sworn. Thorns long for the fall of black petals, an unspoken wish for something dark and beautiful to bloom. Frustration etches its lost fable into the air, leaving shadows on the temple of the night.
Tears rest like forgotten statues, frozen in the moments of memories long past. My sighs, laden with the weight of unspoken grief, settle on the haunted gravel of the world I walk through. Life is a game, love a gamble, an uncertain risk—love bleeds, adorns, and twists itself around thorns and petals. Curses are set upon the pedestal of the night, studded with the echoes of our doomed desires. These poisoned prayers, seeking an angel incapable of movement, remain unanswered in their desperate silence.