Allow us to slide underneath the line of time, we cleverly procreate the politely correct awareness of each other, this shall prevail as the sense in our own matters, snatched and rather bestowed above my head lays your sense as it should control my desire of proximity to which I will be in debt forever, but understand this, may roses fall from the sky stained with blood, the clouds shall whisper names at my doorstep, believe me I want to help you see the change, kill the pain in your days, I would not want you in any other way.

Thus my hands could speak different words to you, in the mirror that drowns under the sea of darkness beware of the heal rested in my voice, I claim to be the knight that should cover you under moonlight, the crawling nightmare that detaches from the most intimate part of the world is the day I dare to blink having your face at mine, a mere lifetime goes by, lifeless I lay at your hands.

But the times of change approaches, help me carry the burden of my soul, this I will thank you endlessly, let me become a significant part of your breathings, I want to claim your scent, grant me the last wish as I fall behind the curtain, as this will be the last show of the night.