6. The Cindered Path
The way to her heart has a cindered path,
each step leaves an indelible mark,
where burning in the wildfires of madness,
is the only way you can get warmth,
and the smoke of wordless silence,
would only fill your lungs to choke,
if mocking someone feeble is your joke.
But if you enter her aisle of insanity,
It would break you enough to make you cripple.
The way to her heart has a cindered path,
your every step would make it cold and dark,
is the only way you can get warmth,
and the smoke of wordless silence,
would only fill your lungs to choke,
if mocking someone feeble is your joke.
But if you enter her aisle of insanity,
It would break you enough to make you cripple.
The way to her heart has a cindered path,
your every step would make it cold and dark,
and no one will remember who you were when you entered,
because this kingdom had never settled for someone’s demeanor.
Even though how hard you raise your voice,
the sound of your screech would get lost in the sand dunes.
There’s a hell inside, the blood has been smothered,
Its travellers whine while walking this path that’s been cindered.
Even though how hard you raise your voice,
the sound of your screech would get lost in the sand dunes.
There’s a hell inside, the blood has been smothered,
Its travellers whine while walking this path that’s been cindered.