I've approached the closest thing to my ending.
Surrounded by lustful comfort that you know.
Pull the sun to blind me.
wrap the sound to warm me.
Confuse the touch, the hold, the one you know.

Before you follow failure.
There is no balance here.
There is no light under the shadow's parabola.

Ponder before you clutch me.
Concede before you touch me.
I have inhaled the sign the sound you know.

This is too low, too distant.
This world will not allow it.

**** this math and this man.
**** the sound beneath the sand.
I'm not here upon this land.
Pine away, Pine away and understand.