shadows stuck against a crumbling wall
only because it was once so bright
to shine upon my feeble soul
burnt the stitches she had sewn every night
into shadows against my broken heart
I beg of you to ease your hand
to renounce your greatest work of art
to abandon what you cannot understand
that loves greatest weakness is my own
that your sealed lips speak no love
to leave its cage and to have flown
and to land in hell, a dove.
for peace reigns fair
in all that is good
for peace wouldn't dare
ruin what it should
