#lovetheold

A world that breathes and sleeps

Deep within the depths of my soul

Yearning for power

Yearning for freedom

Infecting my essence with a desire of great fortune

Lost among the pages of the past.

Resistance is futile

It breathes life into me, this creature

It molds its character between my flesh and blood

My thoughts fall as prey to its consumption

My conscience falls to its knees before it

To this, my desire for paradise

I'll take my heart,

I'll wrap it well,

I will send it to a place no one will tell.

I'll hide from you,

I'll hide from me.

I'll send it through the floor,

I'll send it above the roof,

Did I leave my heart in London?

Did I leave my heart in Tokyo?

I think I left it by the queen,

Or I threw it in a dream.

No one knows how to bring it home.

The rain fell like drops of lightning,

As the bolts hit, they crashed on the glass,

Shattered, and slowly melting as they die.

The clock rung at every quarter till,

In rest, silence.

Her candle gently flicking to the exploding drops,

She stares.

She suddenly turns toward the window and feels a cold chill down her back,

But she focused herself again,

And went back to her candle.