The Rooms

The three was our witness of the promise. The death, the life and the atavistic lust. Until the end of time set us apart. The world is ours to take within our grasp. Two souls entwined where love belonged, and shadows cast upon their hearts.

The mouth is madness. The tongue is a blade. A shattered dream  
once glowing embers. 

Unspoken thoughts, they cannot be shared, unseen burdens they can"t be bore. Fading hopes in a withered flower. Love"s warmth turned cold; the frost devours.

At the edge of the world, at the edge of tomorrow. I wish I just say otherwise, but I just don"t love you no more, and that is the embraces we haven"t knew before.