A Dance With Aera Cura - Miss May I

A kiss of shame temps me to question love.

Her sweet taste kills all beauty.

Eyes of a goddess I fall prison to.

A heart of a fool oh I’ve been cursed.

A goddess of love she imprisons me.

So take my, take my hand.

I wont forget.

Her skin is crawling with regret

the feeling of nothing is this all she ever wanted.

Her dress flows shimmering, reflections

of the damned cast upon these walls.

They scream for salvation.

Breaking everything you seem to love.

She rises up from the shallows.

Breaking everything you seem to love.

I will never forget

I wont forget

I wont forget