dambala

Staring through the demons eyes
I see all confusion I see all lies
Running down a crooked fall
With eyes of night my visions call
The ruby witch I thought was pure
Just a deadly fascade I dream to cure
With my mind I stab your face
Consume your soul surround with space
The oceans roar the mountains sigh
Jasmine blooms so soon to die
Another may come to quinch your thirst
But never to equal that fatal first.

dambala