Name
idiovoidi's Collection
Token ID
19000000000000000010
Description
In the worlds apart, our souls play their games
Memories like tendrils, Bury into hills of the mind
In time roots begin to surface just more to bury
Putrid fruits and flowers that never bloomed
There lays a sense of sweetness in those rotting fruits
Mouth open wide like I don't care if I die
Like the rancid mush is all in my head
I'll always remember, those tears that were shared
Now we're just echoes of distance twirling the void
Two souls intertwined, with half a world apart
Our minds were really what was needed to depart
Underneath the surface, we could not repair
Oh, echoes of distance, haunting my mind
We danced on the edge, but couldn't find our way
Now we're left with the silence, the emptiness inside
Echoes of distance, echoes of love's decay