A flower of chaos
O mighty eagle! Snatch me to your altitudes, release me and I would thank you enough for your mercy.
Glitter and sparkles have thrown me a sleeping lava wrapped in diamond coating.
Try breaking a rock with soothing words and a sweet tongue.
Try pouring honey into bile and making it a desire.
Then you would know, even in my casket i was never a liar.
She is a fire that lurks beneath the chilly innocence of the snow.
The view that opened the mouths of every man she encountered, leaving flies a thousand choice to make.
Do you think angels are supposed to leave men heartaches?
Well, mighty eagle, she is the devil's angel.
She glows under her skin and in thorns, is very agile.
And here i am, exhausted from her chaos.
She was a pearl i found , naive of what she hides, she was a scarlet flower of chaos.
And now, I'm bounded to her.
So snatch me to your altitudes, release me and I would thank you enough for your mercy.
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