I'm still laying in the tryst
in the triste
in the cold of heated passion
in the shadow of eclipse
A fleeting breeze cuts sharp and free
but it's not perfumed these days.
I may never leave this place.
And there's no one here but me.
The birds sing mating songs I envy,
With their beautiful simplicity.
Someone's blocking out my light
And there's no one here but me.
Our stains adorn my sheets of leaves;
A patina to the fruitless the tree
We planted to watch grow together
And there's no one here but me.
My shadow's seeped out of my skin,
Reflecting the without within.
I knew, I Knew we'd reunite
And there's no one here but me.
In the tryst,
In the triste,
In your purgatorial absence
I can't cross the river Styx.
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 11:57 PM UTC
I'm still laying in the tryst
in the triste
in the cold of heated passion
in the shadow of eclipse
A fleeting breeze cuts sharp and free
but it's not perfumed these days.
I may never leave this place.
And there's no one here but me.
The birds sing mating songs I envy,
With their beautiful simplicity.
Someone's blocking out my light
And there's no one here but me.
Our stains adorn my sheets of leaves;
A patina to the fruitless the tree
We planted to watch grow together
And there's no one here but me.
My shadow's seeped out of my skin,
Reflecting the without within.
I knew, I Knew we'd reunite
And there's no one here but me.
In the tryst,
In the triste,
In your purgatorial absence
I can't cross the river Styx.