Although I'm here,
Living this frivolous life,
The steadiness of virtue and strife,
Lead me into indecision and decision,
Like a broken symphony,
I chastise the thought,

For truth and bottles of blue,
Beneath the evening view, divine, present my intentions with,
The finest view of what to think,
Or what we think together,
At rest forever


Your persona and mine,
Mix like water, fire and filth,
Burning the melodic stench of depth,
A trance of melting of skin