kashshaptu

Wishful Thinking:

Here once again,

Where the stars are made of electronic lights.

This House, which haunts my dreams.

He seduced me, to the melody of lust, disguised as love,

In the throne made of heavenly bodies that shine no more.

The Beast is here again this night, But i pay him no mind,



It is you i long for.

Secluded,

So tempted,

Yet still afraid,

Your beauty shames me.

Though I will continue to keep the secrets of my heart well hidden,

I would forsake everything,

For a kiss...