The cause for distress
Was never caused by what you knew
That time you lurked in your world's shadows
A man powered mask among the mundane merchants
It was a game of taunting
And you definitely won the chance.
Those echoes, inversed, thumping on and on
As I held your hands, again and again
And I wonder why
Was that the price to pay?
The seed in your inside I found.
Gave birth in the devil in me
It never would be late,
To take the last resort
A decision greater of growing closer to the sun
But take no frail movements,
Or else you will be lost.
The chances, the dreams, the pains,
The dancing with the sun
Lured decoy