Auroras in the mid-afternoon skiesThe black burn melodies are foreshadowing,
the indigo bloodstains smeared on my mantle place,
and the autumn skies are reminding me,
of the irronious, and broken rejection.
These melancholy smiles are beginning to,
cut the precious words fleeing my lips
burning beautifully from all existence,
stealing the limelight from your show...
You're insecurities are making me,
look at myself and see the faults inside
but you fail to see, the underlying truth,
that stands before your seductive eyes.
The black burn melodies are foreshadowing,
these indigo bloodstains smeared on my mantle place,
and the autumn skies are reminding me,
of this irronious, broken rejection.
These Blackburn melodies, foreshadowing!
My indigo bloodstains smeared on your mantle place!
and the autumn skies are reminding me!
Of your irronious, broken rejection!
