Orchid: A Parody
(Hold me dear, as your scythe slices hearts)
(Hold me dear, as your scythe slices hearts)
We've thrown away the glare as it stares
and push away the barrier as it bends
Outstanding the stars which come the most
we've flown ourselves - names those never drop
down worse...
down worse...
(Hold me dear, tight, we together walk
in each other while we stab another back)
~This foretold-story tells a pair in despair
one which wears a white, another
black caped coat - as fair affair,
a fairy tale~
Once upon on cold-biting morning...(ketika dering alarm tak lagi berarti):
