I've heard rumors there is more. If we venture to the source It will phantom everything every meager thing to which our hearts are sworn
And they say "shelter's in the fold" and "there's risk in chasing after truth" But those souls are just cynics if they claim that we have much to lose. This is all just sound and fury Product and sum of lust and yearning The Harlot life I hold closely A senseless refrain of lust and longing
And I have only ever known the shadows and reflections The temportal and contingent
If this isn't love it's the closest thing that I have ever known. Even if it's false, at least it feels like hope.
Could love be more than feeling and second hand romance I salvage from hearts as dark and damaged..? Could it be someone who gave up everthing to show that I am fallen but worth the scars it took to prove that this is love? this is all I'll ever need.