Imagination
knows no boundaries
When you have a love affair with words
That haunt you with their beauty, their agonies
Peace otherwise is war by other means,
Even when battles are not won with swords.
Living with your name under my breath
Know then that I died the real death
When the disease of my hand is no longer true
When my overt ink becomes a dim worldview.
When love wears death on her neck
like a sapphire blue,
Let la morte and the maiden dance
And watch them through a window to infinity
Until the spirit is part of eternity,
As the world's empires are long gone by,
As my heart's hidden from the hunter's eye,
As Two spirits are captive in the pains
Of time and space,
As he saw beauty without her clothes, earthly grace.
His voice like a shotgun, sent by Azrael
Sweetened her denial with a lie
As lighting wrote her name across the sky
Even Satan was not alone when he fell
So why wouldn't I take part in
The marriage between heaven and hell?
That haunt you with their beauty, their agonies
Peace otherwise is war by other means,
Even when battles are not won with swords.
Living with your name under my breath
Know then that I died the real death
When the disease of my hand is no longer true
When my overt ink becomes a dim worldview.
When love wears death on her neck
like a sapphire blue,
Let la morte and the maiden dance
And watch them through a window to infinity
Until the spirit is part of eternity,
As the world's empires are long gone by,
As my heart's hidden from the hunter's eye,
As Two spirits are captive in the pains
Of time and space,
As he saw beauty without her clothes, earthly grace.
His voice like a shotgun, sent by Azrael
Sweetened her denial with a lie
As lighting wrote her name across the sky
Even Satan was not alone when he fell
So why wouldn't I take part in
The marriage between heaven and hell?
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