This has been the last call,
before towards the wrong, you fall.
There’s no room for thickened walls,
you aren’t a mechanical doll.
The thorns of the rose prick you,
and your flesh starts to bleed too.
You insist only healing will do,
but it’s not because hurts are thrown to the crew.
You search for the cup that cures,
ineffective with something impure.
Yet you still drink even though unsure,
to pride and anger you’re lured.
The liquid burns and scalds your throat,
see, it isn’t an effective moat.
Your palace of dreams becomes covered in soot,
you try to deceive and begin to loot.
If you accept, it will be fine.
Pride and anger, both thrown so you shine.
Please open your eyes to something divine,
the place you have will become a beautiful shrine.
*inspired by 방탄소년단 (BTS) – 피 땀 눈물 (Blood Sweat & Tears)
*inspired by a photo of Bangtan’s Jimin
*I’ve moved things to our permanent home.
*I’m scared but thrilled at the same time.
*I’m going to fulfill my dreams slowly.