In my eyes is a sky engulfed in flames. We are frozen in time, and the blood on our hands is the wine we sacrificed.
Well, now I know what love is, and I'll have to let all those butterflies out of me and tear off all their wings to save my soul. Was I ready for that? I was ready.
Ready to accept the death they rip out of you, causing me unbearable pain and leaving wounds. Will they heal? Most likely, yes. Will I remember this as the worst experience of my life? Undoubtedly, yes.
I don't have the strength to fight the pain, I want to fall to the ground and lie there without strength. But it brings even more pain when something inside me is still trying to move its wings, hoping to reach the depths of my heart. Hell freezes, reflected in my eyes, and the gods bow before my crime.