22 June 2012
It was a day to remember, when hours felt like months. It was a week to remember, when days felt like years.
After a millennium inside, a princess came and cut out the months. After a millennium inside, a princess came to cut out all the years.
In my glass tower, I played with the clouds. I threw around the hail stones. In my glass tower, I prayed with the crowds. I threw around the rain drops.
Sat in solitude, removed the scars from my torn chest. She came from a tower of bricks, in the realm of Elizabeth. Sat in servitude, removed all integrity from scorn past. She came from her tower, riding fast with a cure of bleth.
The days went past, as quickly as the pages of a book, when she threw her flask, and demolished my prison. The years had went so slowly, now only days I'd looked, when she threw her love, I caught her in my own prison.
Now we're trapped in here, between both glass and rock. Our hearts have been joined by our divine love. Now we've tapped into the fountain of youth, we're amok. Our hearts filled with desire by our combined lust.
Thirty two days, we have now been trapped. Both shot dead with cupids intoxicating arrow. Thirty two years, is what now feels tapped. Both shot cold, straight through the soft marrow.
Doomed to love forever, in this life and the next. We're slaves to the true lovers fate. Doomed to stay forever, in this love, there's no next. We're slaves to ourselves, this is fate.
Vacuum Years • Opuss № I