the skeptical knight and the saviour angel poet.

i’m an angel with broken wings,

you’re the bold knight who carried the only sword that cut me down at night,

and by the sunshine you pretend that you became a tame man,

you don’t love anyone,

you just love yourself,

the voices of your head have convinced you that

we weren't enough dignified to achieve the morning glory,

and your stubbornness was superior than saying that you were sorry,

everything is an epiphany between heaven and hell,

all that remains is to live with the hope of everything,

and now we are facing the cliffhanger of the anthology made by the sacred texts

and it's my saviour complex,

the one that keeps me waiting the possibility to bring you back from death,

because i haven’t learned anything from past wars, sick eras, torn hearts,

so i pray for your awakening to give you my treasured second chance,

wondering if a miracle would make you believe in a fresh start,

after all this despised time,

i still want you to be mine.