
Venus in Scorpio’s gaze, a shadowed art. Emotions bind, and tear apart. We seek a depth, a hidden truth. And find ourselves, in fading youth. Control’s dark tendrils, twist and turn. We build our walls, where passions burn. Illusions rise, a tangled maze. We chase a love, in hazy days. We hold on tight, to what we crave. And find ourselves, within a grave. Can we release, this aching need? And plant a love, a different seed? Or are we bound, to wander on? A melancholy soul, forever drawn.
The heart’s a maze, where shadows dance. And hidden fears, hold us in trance. We seek to grasp, a fleeting flame. To find our peace, and ease the shame. Yet every hold, it slips away. And leaves us lost, another day. Can we release the need to bind? And find a solace, for the mind? Or are we destined, to remain? In this lonely, love-sick pain.
The whispers of a troubled soul. Where deep desires, take their toll. We seek to find, a distant shore. And chase the echoes, evermore. Yet every quest, it brings us low. And fills our hearts, with shadowed woe. Can we find freedom, in the night? And break the chains, that dim our light? Or are we trapped, in endless fear?
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