Will You Be My Sanctum
Can you read the jagged story in my eyes
The scars and burns on my hands
It speaks of eons drowning below the depth's of one's misery
To be against the Abon tides
People built their personal kingdoms to rise above
To stand upon an ancient dynasty
All I ever needed was to feed my link integral
So I may not be a sacrifice to the storm of life
Will you be my sanctum
Temples of Aphrodite stream across the ways of solicitude
Can you be the arc that transcends my Venus icon
The vertical depths above Gia
Imprisoned by the stars of Strata
Erase the Neolithic forlorn
Erase the suffering with an embrace
I do not want to gaze out into the brine
To be thrown into the cage of feral minds
Are you the heritage of the quintessence
A myth, a legend, a acme
The celestial who can divine the brittleness
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