When the conversation fades, and interest is gone. island drift farther apart
burning down the maze, to get to the point, when new beginnings start
eyes aching to examine you, before to long, the death of the heart.
when minds flower blooms, healing open wounds, morning birds swoon
there pray to there doom.don't fear the faun, such beauty to gaze upon
purifying waters we lay in, indulgence, love, lust and sin. all dogs will bark
we embark upon, the mission at the break of dawn. it all has been done