In Brief War - Charon

So your promise to live expired

Got old before your lips went dry and I fel the breeze inside to caress

What’s left the open fire

The truth

The trust

The faith took part but cannot stay

Still we felt cold

Freezing flames of this funeral pyre

Dead desire

Built to brake down, made to wither away

Come along too

For the last time very little of me wants to surrender in brief war

Despite the things I’ve said the crush no longer care

Beyond the smile I hate and the more I hate the more I think of you

The more I think of you