Stela

I don't even wanna know Do you love or hate me so? But if a friend asked me What would your answer be? All these questions in my head All the thin lines that I tread Under your hollow mask of hatred Then our hearts won't be so dead

Cross the lines, break my bones Pinky promises, hollow stones Every deep morning kiss Hidden under your apocalypse

Push your buttons, didn't know Pull the trigger, told you so If what is wrong is that you're right Then let your lone flames ignite

First time in this world Didn't mean to find your sword Now you stab my dying soul Wasn't satisfied, you did patrol

Now the world unearths your face Is it the same as your dying grace? All the spikes in your rotting mind You sent signs, I was so blind

And the scarlet promises you made Now paint the tombstones of regret And the vines that climbed your walls The poison ivies in your calls

This written context in a stela Forging glyphs like hell wanna Be remembered as it was Fighting demons in its class