A bed of empty
A mind of want
How long until
There is no part
For now make do
For now two hearts
My trust in the love of ours.

I want to get high
On you
Your breath
My lips
Caress
Your skin
My eyes
Lost in
Thought
No care
Or fear
Just here

I want to get high
On you.

Fast approaching noise and sound
Clammer heard, perfectly risen
Watching her get up and walk
Basic tasks made in the prison
So-called home set in the city
Where everything's "on the house"
But reality must state its claim
A living hell demoned by sacrifice

Protector I shall play
No matter if I play nice
Come cross me in front of her
You will gladly roll the dice

Dark butterflies
Flutter through the garden
No burden or care
As they wander through
The thoughts I hold dear

Among the many faces
Calls out from the blank space
A sound of interjection
A bullet from a gun

Spreading outward unaffected
Running rampant in total red.
Too fast to dodge or slow
Hold on quick or take the blow.

Rose from the view
Summer's day never too soon
Friendship sought and found
Underneath an orange moon

Tears from the sorrow
Couldn't hold me away
Tried to really help
Hold on for one more day

Didn't think about the love
About my heart or its desire
Just cried with you all night
But in secret getting higher
On the fact that you were you
Because I realized from the dawn
That you were in need of love
And I wanted to write you a song.

If life is full of riches,
(And most of the time it is,)
Then what is motivation
(If riches cease to give)?
A taste of happiness,
(A call back to the edge,)
A moment of reckless emotion
(,A masterpiece with no sketch).
The mind is a funny thing
(,No puns of wordplay needed,)
Known mostly for its gain
(But often too conceited).
For it's The Other who sheds light.
(Giving back all that it takes.)
Showing progression and renewal.
(Sleeping mind now wide awake...)