His dragon burned down the world, but here it was his coffin
The rage and pain consumed, like a leper’s bleeding sores
He believes that he is darkness, he wants to suffer for his crimes
Broken down and full of sorrow, the dragon chopped off his own head
He tossed it on the floor, happy to be dead
I wished on every raindrop, that I could turn back time
Somehow, some way my wish was granted
A walking corpse reincarnate in front of my eyes
With perfect harmony, his muse rose like a phoenix
His soul and song became as one, as his music nursed him whole
The sun rose from his shoulders, as stars descended in his eyes
He played his heartbeat, unknowing he burned me alive
I sat in awe, but he never really noticed that he had plucked my heart
The blind would have seen the love I couldn’t hide, but he…
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