Lost – Unwanted Magic

The Prophet

Fear profits man nothing the realized gains agree. The fear I feel inside is the fear I feel for me. This fear I feel for you my dear is the fear of disbelief.

Dance with the one you came with under the moon and stars Dance as the ocean waves pile up crashing into your heart let it flow through your veins beware this dance the last dance that you are given the chance to dance

Fortunes

By Unwanted Magic

– He surrendered, finally. Unfortunately, too late. Lost, without her. – She strengthened, somewhat. Unfortunately, too soon. Lost, without him. – They struggled, together. Unfortunately, too much. Lost, within.