Tamaryn
Afterlight
the flowers of all love spent in vainare never the same as they seemedthe silver is severing their plainpetals distinct to fade awaynow they wilt forevernothing come throughafterlightcome on the hunger followingnow that it's plain enough to seethe dirt on the veil of ecstasyin temporal hours turn to leaveswilted as the flowerwhere nothing come through
From Letras Mania