Diary Of Dreams Dreams Luna (-tic)
[An ode to grace]
Fragile!
Tranquility has lost its silence
Disguised in wildest rage
A thoughtful friend, the chosen sinner
My stability too vague
For what now have I suffered?
For what now have I died?
The wildest creatures touch my body
I feel my breath disperse
Fragile!
I tried to see my liberty
I tried to find my conscious mind
I tried to see humanity
I tried to fly away from my mortality
...undone!
Enflame my paradise with wisdom
Strangely rare
Intoxication
A legend dies to stay alive
A priest will hold your hand
Trust in god and pray for the devil
An angel heals the deepest wounds
Or at least I think so?
Was it ever in my range of chance
In my strongest urge I know at least it was
