Perfection.
Cold, heartless perfection.
Like velvet meadows on a winter’s day, where
We wander; two heartless souls,
Falling into love.
And you take my hand,
And we say not a word,
But we stand. Two silhouettes;
Two faded relics of a forgotton world.
For heaven is broken -
The devil has spoken.
Empty words, empty vows;
Echoes of the bliss we once knew.
This shadow of a passion haunts the ruins of
Our ecstasy.
And through it all we smile and laugh and hope,
And we trust.
Yet what use are foolish words in this hellhole? We are
Meaningless, we will be vanquished anyway.
Life is failing, my sweet, don’t be
Afraid to let go.
Our paradise is sinking, fading, falling;
Falling into love.
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