Burn the Nightingale

Resting in a jar
A single flower, pure and untouched. 
Corruption sings to you like a nightingale just waiting to be heard. 
When I saw your reflection in what I wished to be,
I just couldn't stop myself from bringing you straight down with me. 
A Renaissance of deception takes you with my hand, never again the same. 

If I don't live forever, I'll still dream of you. 
I'll dream of you until I prove to you,
I'll dream with you unless you're gone,
Then I'll hang my head and raise my flag,
And give up everything I have,
Just to watch you realize that I need your scent.   

When the rosie ink hits the page, it burns and spreads like a fire in the confines of my mind. 
Never again will I hurt the nightingale, burning everything I knew with it's song. 
Never again will the stars confess a thing. 
Never again. 
And I knew when the world burned down, that you'd watch the smokey moon with your dreamy eyes, lying next to me. 

If I don't live forever, I'll still dream of you. 
I'll dream of you until I prove to you,
I'll dream with you unless you're gone,
Then I'll hang my head and raise my flag,
And give up everything I have,
Just to watch you realize that I need your scent. 

That I need your taste. 

That I need your song.