Death of a Conquistadora

Dizzy in slow motion 

Hurry into arms of devotion 

Make pace for the place between 

Filter this love through a screen 

Find it all nonetheless 

It’s all a means to an end 

If I dally to give to up now

Will it be worth the breath I save in dutiful vow?

Save me not the fears I cry 

I can’t live without the means to try 

Weave a garden of silk 

With the golden thread of my ilk 

But destined to burn it all down in a fit of heavenly fire 

Through this regret, I’ll never expire 

I’ll leave it all in the past this time

Do away with the ashes of my crime 

I forgive myself for the tears we’ve wept 

I fear, through no intention, my heart wasn’t meant to stay kept 

This time around, I’ll brave this storm of wreckage and ruin 

White flag in the face of my old bruin 

I’m ready now for the end of the storm

With this rainbow, now, I have reformed