You’d like to see some holy places
With no thoughts of sacrifice,
But you’re scared of the cases
Which are somehow unadvised.
You’re thrilled a lot by misty feeling,
You see no reason sights are great.
It's coming over you & stealing.
You think to leave. But it’s too late.
Your lie will never let you down
As never did your graceful kiss.
You do believe – one’s black background
Will get you blackened, hit or miss.