The world reign,
A drop of fear.
I’ve already be tighten with a handcuff,
By a little girl.
The handcuff full of suffer
And merely pleasure.
Merely pleasure in my fear,
It seems like a deeply lure,
To a world of my dearest dear.
While the night is young,
I awake from my consciousness
An awakener fills with darkness,
And intense fearfulness.
The handcuff is tight,
I tend to strive open with my might,
After few time I tried,
The handcuff is still in my sight.
Some time later I understood,
This is a handcuff of prosecute,
To a profound level of where love stood,
Which I once curiously look.
Now I wish the handcuff to be always tight,
Because the key was always hide.
I hope whom the handcuff prosecute is always the right,
So that my fear may cease,
And also my fright.
The world reign, a bit of fear, a test of faith, a love of real.
