Archive No.5: The Elysian Gardens - The Imitations of Art

 


Fingers wine stained, your soul impaled 

Burgundy pleasures are just mind games

Terrible thoughts, somber twisted plots 

Diagnosed finical so we call it all off


You were the Aurora Borealis to my winter skies

Ebony painted bruises bejeweled by violet fires

I'm a growing syndicate hiding behind the parapet

Sorrows are the best kept secrets because everybody knows them anyway


Doused in ivy oils, burn more than poisoned vines

A confetti of rage one rendezvous at a time

Diamond recklessness, shatter proof promises

If you know you know then pretend you don't


You were the Aurora Borealis to my winter skies

Ebony painted bruises bejeweled by violet fires

I'm a growing syndicate hiding behind the parapet

Sorrows are the best kept secrets because everybody knows them anyway


The September sky, all gold and hazy

Take the secret right and you'll reach the valley

Hold on too tight and you'll lose your faith like a firefly


The December winds, all frost bitten 

The whistle blows and the train pulls in

You've cursed the Elysian gardens and now they're fields of remorse


You were the Aurora Borealis to my winter skies

Ebony painted bruises bejeweled by violet fires

I'm a growing syndicate hiding behind the parapet

Sorrows are the best kept secrets because everybody knows them anyway.


-auctor



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