[Efthimis Karadimas / 94]



Master one's grief

and I walk through dying gardens

Suffer martyrdom, enforced to admit my fate

I came across

abysmal

feelings never met, before

Audiece

thou adorned, ivy

of the thousand pleasures



Apologia's withering, words echoing in silence

you used to be the apple of my eye, a flame within me

my armful's bleeding as the fleshy aroma still disarms

me

and thorns become the carpet for my dream



Come apart, in my hands, be one with your emotions

lay down to the kingdom of the auburn one

imposing view, I'm dying of touch you deep

pain you shall feel, painful

odes to flay the untouchable skin

that I kiss.



Don't catch me as I fall, let me touch the end

let the seas to become charmy lakes, where my soul dives,

and as skies wispering my name, as clouds torn apart,

oh this misery fits me so great...but I'm lost, I feel it.



Eroding, the end shall be mine

Ogress, feel my vibes as you cry.