Crackling flames flourish the hearth
A continuous tick-tock rhythm lulls the elderly man
Harmonious, delicate tunes sooth all forms of rage-
The Londoner once felt, crawling at his last nerve,

A continuous tick-tock rhythm lulls the elderly man
somewhere, a dormant creature’s soul’s aches from floods of memories
The Londoner once felt, crawling at his last nerve,
remnants of seething, flashes of excruciating agony clawing at their hearts-

somewhere, a dormant creature’s soul’s aches from floods of memories
Harmonious, delicate tunes sooth all forms of rage-
Holy spirits gingerly quelling down the duo’s fears and anxieties
Crackling flames flourish the hearth