The Revival
The Revival
Follow tempting scent
Shivered fingertips
Trace these precious veins
Only your withered lips
Keep your eyelids closed
Enjoy the silence said
Before the surging murmur
Never leaves your head
Confessions to oneself
No lies and secrets held
This is the sweet sensation
Of a vim you never felt
Frozen heart is melting
Disturbed mind has to obey
No matter your attempts
This part will always stay
Despicable addiction
It captivates the real
Laugh off any restriction
Be true to what you feel
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