Sinners.

The unfiltered minds had been at their best
The winter evening was cold but lively
I was in his arms scared and content
The little pieces of our soul had elevated to the other realm
Our chords were in tune ready to be heard
And the rusty old soceity ready to murder us
We were sinners in there biblical minds
'Man cannot love man' they said
We hid in the dark gloomy forests
In the dark suicidal caves
But we were mad men
Mad men who had to be hanged
We agreed to fall apart but we couldn't
In this lake of poison we drowned
Ourselves for our compassion
I looked into his eyes and he into mine
We were the love birds that we dreamt to be.
This story of our's was never to be told of
And never to be heard of but
We were together and thats enough.

©blitzvogel