Wasted days in want and malaise. Lost in a haze of your breath your kisses are like tiny deaths...freeing and relieving of all earthly care.
A descent to ascend beyond worldly parallels. I fell into hell to breathe fire in heaven and ride a dark horse on this carnal carousel.
I can't find my way home yet I'm tucked in my bed. Running around inside my head, I am lost in the tall grass, chasing a phantom with my inhibitions shed.
The sadness that builds as I drift in your gaze I can't hide. With time lost on the wings of dreams we glide and wander to meet in this maze of wasted days in want and malaise.
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