5 September 2012
Like a fog keeping me, There is a wall trapping, Like I can only see, Like around you is a ring.
Every time you come, I end up falling down, Like I need to run, But love is what I've found.
So intense it nearly kills, Like you're trying but can't, You are a series of deadly thrills, And make my whole life slant.
Intense • Opuss № I