Special Affair

Cursed beginnings and unattended promises
Our bittersweet joy, the driving force behind these false starts
Carefully choreographed movements
Between these watchful sheets
Humming soothing ballads to mend your broken wings
Temporary healings to make up for the absent feeling

Another lottery ticket scrunched in the game of love
Gambling for a piece of mind
Counting droplets from the hissing syringes
The root of my peaceful mind
Thе taste of evil has nevеr been so sweet
Bad Apples harbouring cruel intentions

Feeding false innuendos,
Helplessly leading to dead roads
Cursing at the face of death chasing after cheap thrills
Dirt in my sprite, still clear enough to wash my feels
Leaning towards the wrong side of the double edge