The small minded humor those seeking relief.
It’s all or nothing, with empty decisions.

Spreading smoldered fragments, these ******* lies.
It's quite the disease - the naive listeners.

Hurt and Bias hold our hands.

As my head fell back into the water,
I was consumed by the overwhelming sound of my pulse.

It was then, I realized;

I have purpose, I have reason.
I have life.

I have a say.

Glassy eyes staring
Into the depths of you
Tick-tock, tick-tock

Reflecting past times
Tears and smiles collide
Tick- tock, tick- tock

I have found you
And we can’t make up
Our -tick! Minds- tock!

I’m - Tick! Lost - tock!
In who you are and why
Tick! You- tock! cry...

Mark your place in
Time with another
Question- Tick! - Tock!

Why?

Those Eyes.
Dissolving in the back of my mind.
I take your soul, I take you whole.
Every single time.

Those Eyes.
Raiding all the thoughts in my head.
It's just too late, this is your fate.
And in my sight no crime.

Those Eyes.
Oh how they penetrate
and as do I.

Finger tips, like memories
Collide with your soft lips
No fonder of a moment,
than you and I, than this.