That ensnares the senses of the world,
Trapped in a colourful water bottle,
I have lost my charm
I owe an account of infidelity,
Unsettled truce with life,
I bicker over my misspent youth,
I rage the stable like a mad horse,
Unrelenting like a mammoth
For I ate the forbidden fruit.
My hands still reek of the kisses,
Of the ruthless truth,
And gnarly lies
They all walk away,
And I stay alone,
On the room of my own,
In my morbid existence,
And keep looking for the sun