🤍Winter Remembers Summer💙🤍

Rakastan kallista hohtoasi, rubiinipölyä poskillasi... Älä koskaan anna sen sammua. An owl keeps vigil through the hollow night, Its lonely cry no omen born of fright. It mourns no death beneath the moon above— It warms the grave where truth forgot its love. The earth remembers every whispered name, While polished tongues erase them all the same. The stones lie still beneath the frozen sky, Yet buried embers never truly die. If you were sleeping, I'd call your name. If dreams had claimed you, I'd break their frame. But even fires chained beneath the deepest stone have never learned to sleep alone. They breathe...beneath... the weight... of silence. NO POISONED MIRE... CAN QUENCH A HEART OF FIRE! NOW... BURN MOTHERFUCKER!!! Some souls walk naked through borrowed light, Mistaking pity for greater height. They stand taller only when others kneel, Their crowns are hollow, their thrones unreal. Rotten wax seals the coward's ear, It smothers petals no one will hear. Each sigh they breathe while falling down Would shame the gold inside a crown. The beast still dreams with a rotten heart, Believing sparks obey its art. Dream on, you wretch, dream if you dare, Of skies you'll never breathe nor bear. Its broken smile lingers, drunk with pride, Raising towers from smoke and shame Into a kingdom made of dirt, Pretending mud could shine as light. Dream... Dream on! Piece of shit! It's time... To pay your debt! Rakastan kallista hohtoasi, rubiinipölyä poskillasi. Se uhmaa eilisten aaveiden yötä, mutta kasvojesi talvi muistaa vielä kesän. I read your scars like weathered lines, Written under skin. Where every pulse through silence shines, Each trembling line still carries fire where others only see ruin. Beneath the blaze, fierce and deep, They guard the soul you keep. I kiss them gently, one by one, Until the memory comes undone. Not to erase what life has known, But so the pain won't stand alone. If you cast fire into the pyre, it will know your name before you do. It will consume you whole before you understand what is happening to you. Air feeds the hearts of flame. It rises from mourning lungs, Grieving the shadow of a buried grave. The wind sweeps low through lesser souls, It strips their masks, reveals their roles. It bends the proud, it shakes the small, Yet cannot wash sin's stains at all. The storm may howl with all its might, It tears the branches through the night. Yet for all the strength the heavens pour, It cannot wash what lived before. The sky sets fire to the northern soul, Painting silence where the darkness forgot its echo. Truth draws breath through frozen air; What was shadow stays shadow there. No borrowed light, no gilded disguise, Can teach the night to counterfeit sunrise. NO POISONED MIRE... CAN QUENCH A HEART OF FIRE! NOW... BURN MOTHERFUCKER!!! Black soul... Look closely Look once more. And when your eyes can bear no more— look again. You'll find a wildfire that would not yield. Too proud to ever kneel, Hidden beneath the skin, Forged within the bones, Tempered by sorrow, yet fiercely alive. Now... Burn! Burn!! Burn!!! Rakastan kallista hohtoasi, rubiinipölyä poskillasi. Se uhmaa eilisten aaveiden yötä, ja kasvojesi talvi sulaa takaisin kesään. A pas de deux begins unseen, Grace and ruin move between. One step forward, one behind, Shaking every fragile lie. Smiles bloom bright on painted faces, Hiding hollow, nameless places. Gentle eyes and careful words— How softly sharpened silence hurts. Life is nothing more than balance. It leans. It trembles. It always returns. The scales keep dancing as fate applauds. One way... then the other. Never rushing. Never forgetting. Yet always— always finding their due. And when they do... every promise, every wound, every debt... shall be paid. Remember... Heart of fire. Fly... Fly high... My ray of sunshine...