Steal my shadow, oh please cut these polymer strings that bind it to me.
A wicked man built on his wicked deeds.
Calling voice of reason and beauty, distance is the bastion of my shining light.
Like a journey through Hell I will fight for her light like Dante Alighieri and Beatrice, I will be content descending just for a happy ending.
Look into the mirror and see a crooked smile, freezing over frost as my eyes glow.
A tear? No.
Breathless I stand a man, a hand reaching for happiness yet the chains know just how to compile like the sands, sinking deeper into the darkness my thoughts faltered.
Smile for me? My little innocent birdy.
Sing for me? An angels harp need not play.
For me? That fire I feel inside you grows, warming with out lay.
I can see it in your eyes? A thousand miles of just wanting you by my side.
A single word can describe it but do I dare speak it?
Time will tell if this angel can save me from the depths, I'm reaching for her saving grace.
Porcelain beauty of her face, soft coy words filled with passion, or so I am imagine.
It's that question again? Do I shut my mouth before I give up too much of myself this day?
Everything's in a cryptic code with me, covered up by meaningless paranoia, not deceit.
I've made my choice, throw down the hidden aces, no more conventional boarders to my paradise, I will earn everything, I swear.
Delve into clichés.
Each one holds some form of truth.
It's that question again? Do I give it all I got?
Toss aside useless restrictions, damn right I will die for a moment, just a moment to bask in her beauty, even men fear the encroaching darkness some nights.