Let The Old Unfold

I denied bleeding in the light of the sun,

Let the moon worship me once,

All the stars frisking me under the tree,

I tore myself to stitch the old me,

Oh my dark nights, I loved you a bit,

But I was falling deep down into your pit,

Before your unseen webs cover my way,

I escaped from your castle where I used to pray,

I remember when I forgot my old sea,

And what I found was a withering me,

So, I wore my fears under the same sky,

Letting myself known to the game of lie,

I stole my pain renting in your rain,

Those peaceful eyes left me blind again,

Now, Living in the ocean with my old whales,

I'm wondering about true fairytales.