It was a conflict, a separation between dark shades and the flowers of the glorious light.
Humanity must give,war martyrs, losses, disputes, stained walls, and unfinished poems.
Disguise cities under a misty vile nature.
I've tried to raise you to my fake heaven, and I colored your heart with pale promises.
I believed my creativity would deceive you.
My immature pictures, my bogus laughter, my amateurish look.
I never knew that you had outlived the dark side and fancied with mighty kings.
A human dirt like me won't smug you.
I'm the descendant of a polluted city.
I defended the impressions of a young season, and innocent love.
It was a struggle, a separation between deep shades and the flowers of the glorious light.