when the seas start to bleed thy immortal lust
into an abyss that looks like a purgatory
i'll come for you in that hour fit for consummation
well i have certain principles you see
it's not all that simple either
but i promise..
promises being fragile
i'll sign you a bond
and if i try to overlook the repercussions even
i know what time can do
i do.i do.
the everchanging time.
as of now, it seems intact in my enclosed fist,
but disillusioned as i am
it nevertheless slips away with the most lethal ornament anybody could ever have.
no time doesn't stay.
you're just a mortal
subject to change.
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