Under...

the budding ideal and the end of revelation
fall into this limited void, and my happiness...

Ask.. the half-heartedly constructed mound was whited out,
Leave.. and my prohibited wings were forced open

Sight.. that is the frustration grown of out of this half dead seed
In Mist.. if it were to get away and be illuminated: darkness

i swore i would not take back this body injured by you
from deep under, deep under, next no.

the budding ideal and the end of revelation
fall into this limited void, and all my happiness...


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