Like giants far awayLet's get away from this place.Their rules disgust me and your spirit is so beautiful.Quiet, now.They might hear us and take us back.Someday, we will be where they can never hear us again, never hear us laughing.We will grow wings and fly away into the ever-present, ever-burning sunTogether.Now, we run, we pant like dogs on the huntBut this time, we are the prey.We are the hunted.But, do not fret, my lovely one.We will stomp them like the giants that reside within our souls.We will grow wings and fly away from the ever-black, ever-desolate world and beTogether forever.
Sta.sh
