You are gifted with the fake perception of hope,
Planted right in the center of your hearts,
Precisely where it constantly beats,
To the tiniest sound you make,
And the most unheard muted whispers during the darkest days,
Your sinister laughter broke the silent hopes within us,
As a smirked emerged from you crimson lips,
You can obliviously tell the world,
How you shattered our precious dreams,
As you bleed into my souls,
Regarding those unsightly truth hidden within,
You'd grabbed those enmity in your burning fists,
And crushed it in those ragged scarred palms,
Why'd you retain this ugly desire?
Wouldn't you stop and let it go?
This avenge of yours,
Is gonna breath you in atrociously,
Just like he embed those diabolic angel in your wraith,
Stop that raze and those harsh tears,
And those dithering sketchy fears,
Silently, they will all dissappear,
In a luminous light of sheer veracity,
La paix doit vous la façon conduit,
Et l'amour conserve,
I believe, it always will..
As someday you'll eventually hit the ground,
And drowned yourself in these theatrical ballad,
Thus, you'll be returning to our bosom of rose,
car ce n'est pas votre vie..