We are weaved by the threads of fate.

To be vague and convinced through the lack of conviction, is our destiny.

Thrown to the depths of handshakes and pleasure.

We are swallowed by the vendetta of romance.

We are keen to distinct lust of
attachment.

We have kept the hunger for affection.

Suffice the thirst for life, only to find the fate of tomorrow.

Bound to the stages of conditions.

And you are here,
Beautiful and ******.

Come in you sinking sun, let's make love under the drowning fire.

Let's fly high to see the sky, and die beside the rye.

I see your dark blue eyes, the clouds turn green as you are at ease.

Your hair turns gold as I keep you from my mold.

I drown in the waterless ocean, as you burn in every gaze.

Let's dance in darkness, as the moon sets in a sinking light.

I am to stare at the sleepless night of tomorrow.
This eyes carry the weight of my blindness,
and I tremble before the dark.

My heart is impaled by pain,
and this ash filled lungs destroys me.

I feel the breeze of the night,
and sorrow kisses my forehead.
Endless silence whispering through my ears.

This inevitable confusion keeps me company.
Hands sweating and fingers writing with burning passion.

I am slowly being carried by the waves of nothingness.

Surely, I'll drown.
Then I'll be latched with great sadness all over again.