The Centipede
Curse upon curse, on a granted slate, Withering with pain, the lines never erase. Harbour of ships, shown in state, Sale upon knots, destination innate. Never was on the course, nor on the line, These routes merge as the path shine. Walking down the trail with a broken spine, Hoping for a destination beautiful and Devine. Let's move our souls together into a twine, Let's hit the roads till our stars align. Never stop revving the engine of your soul, Never stop loving me till the end of the road. Like flakes of snow pure and white Like petals of a flower nice and bright, Love me, kiss me hard in the darkest of night. We will wake up with the warmth of the sun, Smooching each other till we are one. If I feel cold, bring me the warmth If I am lost, guide me to the north If I feel tired, bring me the fire my heart's dangling like a chorus, like a choir The clouds are surrounding on us, The nimbus waiting to pour on us, The vigorous storm is forged onto us. Let's stay stro...