Good Apollo
Warm from my burning.

Devour your son,
and delight in your will

If you really loved me,
You would have endured my right hand.

The future of all eyes,
In Iris blooms.

You seem to take pleasure,
In the wrath of your storm.

This curse, you have blamed me.
and here is our love left.

In here
Ever lorn.

Spit my name, rip me away from your breast.

One last kiss for you.
One last kiss
One last kiss for you.

and my memory will fade… like the rest.

#3ndtr@n$