i've become colder;

colder than the way you've left me.

sweeter, yet sweeter than i ever wanted you to be.

a difference in sound, a blooming nature; that will never hold two souls, together.

so what shall you think of me?

when you spoke ill to the world, and ended what we could've been.

i remind me,

that what comes out of a burning fire isn't only warmth,

therefore, i've burned in desire.

luring a demon like me, isn't just a snap of a finger,

or the sense of knowing it all;

it's constant overthinking,

yet not what you wish for.

maybe it's what you would die for, my walls, that you're not strong enough to climb.

my dear beloved, the circle and the loop is gifted, take it for granted, and you will never be a part of that skyscraper again.

often, i lack the words, but i never lack the knowledge of nonsense.

i'm what you call,

someone who is seeking for the truth, once been had it, forever been gone.

a wasted time, yet the heaviest ocean, that doesn't settle in just the sound of the storm.

darling, you must taste light before love the sound of sin,

before loving me.

remember that you must die, to love; and i've loved you enough,

to know the difference between myself and .