Shaking Dreams

How many times have we succumbed
to this stifling pressure?
These feelings, with nowhere to go,
begin to close their eyes.

Has that smile, with no impurities,
been lost to cruelty?
I already know that
we are distant existences.

Although even now,
as I remain in the darkness,
the unseen wounds
are eating away at my hear.,

Thoughts of you won't stop weighing me down

Beyond the shaking red dreams
The two of us had to meet.

Our fates met and began to turn.

We can't return things
to how they used to be,
no matter how much
we slice apart these sins

Surely...