It's been a month since I've had liquor. My sweet one, why do you leave me? I don't want this pain anymore, Please let me escape it. I don't think I'll survive long My aid has now been ruptured and torn. I'm not free of you, I want your sweet return, Another lullaby to pass the time as if I'm young Please come back I can't do this anymore I miss you so much, please one more time for me Don't let me forget you My memories so entangled without you Where do you go now? One more sip please I beg of you Cheers for my success, aid for my pain Pretense when I smile, an end when it rains I want to die without you my love I will be no more
The sun circles around all lovers through the days of their lives.
The life cycle ends and begins, the gravity weighing their time.
Passions persuaded ambition in their lives.
Their presence so fleeting, perhaps real happiness wouldn't stay.
The work of the wicked brought forth pain
The work of the wise wouldn't stop pain
The death of the thrusted love fly in the ether
There lived a bastion, praying the days away for truth.
The bastion brought his head up,
His eyes fluidly scanning space.
He realized the world for what it was,
Noticing its understatement,
Visualizing proxy love.
A widow was in search for meaning.
She stumbled into a pumpkin patch where the bastion stand.
She stumbled into a pumpkin patch where the bastion stand.
The bastion was there, so ignorantly wise, and so beautiful.
Astronomy lived with the widow's mind
She gently gave him a kiss.
Their love for seconds.
Seconds recomposed minutes.
The minutes were gone.
As the bastion looked to her, angst filled his heart.
He stared into her soul, thinking of truth.
God swindled him.
He stared into her soul, thinking of truth.
God swindled him.
There came a flash of fiery mushrooms.
Their hearts left as they vanish with life.
Their lives came to the stars.
The stars lie within nothing.
The stars lie within nothing.
Their love without a world.
Their love gone.
The Lord believed in him certainly,
But the Lord believed in nothing more.
The Lord saw his deserted love.
The Lord saw him.
The bastion obfuscated life.
His widowed love watched him.
Neither of them so wise.
They die without knowing.
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