In a fiction written long ago, I held your hand, then let it go
The knight in shining armor plunged his sword into his maiden’s lungs
So, was it out of mercy?
Or maybe dual suicide?
A pair of pretty egos just met each other eye-to-eye?
“Now, promise me your stiff remains will hold in place, and I’ll restrain your fingers…So he told me
Dyed and oxidized – by blame collected over time
See? Everything is our fault!
My duty’s to apologize!
The punishment for our deeds is judged upon what I decide!”
8 день — trust fall!
#арт #гап