I find I will not miss...
clandestine heartaches buried years deep in stagnant days.
Writing lullabies across the moon
I have rescued dreams dying on yesterday's embers
fashioning flowers from fancy.
Skipping stones across april showers.
We will dance upon days time has forgotten.
To let dawn's drapery enfold us.
Gazing at angels through the eyes of a second
-Saetia, Endymion (on of their best songs)
I bleed onto a page for you where diction has lost all its meaning,
and secrets fall from lips like dying petals in a forgotten garden.
Believing language we speak in tongues deceiving ourselves,
my heart whispers in forms that twenty years of reason and cognition have rendered useless.
If only you could hear what I have seen for aeons before this zero.
To see our system as a void, to believe ourselves immune--
To never feel our wings melting.
We are all spirits trapped and dying.
Trapped and dying.
-Saetia
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