And what has these long year given me,
what have I earned when I spilled-
spilled my tears for times, and my blood for some-else.
A curse that’s followed on for centuries.
wrapping around - an Ophidian of chains.
A hold growing tighter, every moment the eye blinks,
cutting off and trapping a part so insignificant.
Insignificant- in their eyes,
and yet, a beauty in the ones who lost,
as they guard it for a while,
......
And what has these long year given me,
what have I earned when I spilled-
spilled my tears for times, and my blood for some-else.
A curse that’s followed on for centuries.
wrapping around - an Ophidian of chains.
A hold growing tighter, every moment the eye blinks,
cutting off and trapping a part so insignificant.
Insignificant- in their eyes,
and yet, a beauty in the ones who lost,
as they guard it for a while,
......