The story of two nonlovers
He questioned my light showing on my scars I said it was Helios ´s aftermathFingers dancing on the age of stars The emerald eyes craving passion Can i make you laugh until you cry“Look at the Golden star , let me admire pupils color of god” i begged Bewitched by the serenade of his kissesOh what a broken puppet I was the Hunter in the lovely story Chasing the red box full of spikesIt ‘s bleedi...