Bittersweet - Apocalyptica

I’m giving up the ghost of love
in the shadows cast on devotion

He* is the one that I adore
creed of my silent suffocation

Break this bittersweet spell on me
lost in the arms of destiny

Bittersweet
I won’t give up
I’m possessed by him*

I'm bearing his* cross
He's* turned into my curse

Break this bittersweet spell on me
lost in the arms of destiny

Bittersweet
I want you
I’m only wanting you
And I need you
I’m only needing you

Break this bittersweet spell on me
lost in the arms of destiny
Break this bittersweet spell on me
lost in the arms of destiny

Bittersweet...

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Everything is bittersweet, in the sentimental melody. I sing my tune, my song, my edge of being lonely, my earning longing. Unrealistic evangalisation of that transcendental selflessness into the essense of human literation. Literalized is my sensations of desire for existence with you, yet unliteralized is that depth and that truth behind every closed door of the heart and soul and consciousness. Though as much as the subconsicous sings this bittersweet song at night, sings of this love, this truth, this reality, the consciousness of the day battles with reasoning, questioning, endlessly questioning in the long eternity.

Is this really the destiny calling? The distilled tranquility beneath the layers of chaotic protein mess rings the bell of absolute conviction. The certainty, the definitions stated, not proposed but determined in a coherently harmonious vote. The very breath of "yes" on the edge of explosion, the whisper of "I do" already under-textly spoken. What more can be done but to break this spell of bittersweet and to brave that fright within the chest of future possibilities? And perhaps with my hands in your hands more strength will be add in, more courage poured, to face whatever outcome come what may, and whatever destiny holds for us. One in unision.

Love is bittersweet.