This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up against the star

I cut the arrow from your neck
Stretched you beneath the tree
Among the roots and baby's breath
I covered us with silver leaves.

Gloria,
We lied.. We cant go on.






I dont know what's happening. or what's gonna happen.
because its not permanent huh.
and I wonder if everything is worth the futile odds, or just lose the game and be mocked by the Gods.
or rather, God.
help me will You?

Call it dumb call it luck call it love call it a day.