Sadness speaks to me like a nightingale lost in war
Fighting seasons but devouring a place in time
But her lips quiver a place, a time beyond greed
She twists and turns in my heart
I fight to push her away but I cannot fail for she cannot see through the storm clouds
I hunt, I search through the darkness for a love lost in ink
Lost through clouded fire of fleeing
But I will pounce to find her because she tortured my soul beyond this world
A fight will commence until I begin my journey to seek her
I will fall but I will never be whole once I see her pain
I will be a figure in the mist to her
Faraway beyond words that stick me with feelings lost to a world I created
A world I believe in