Wading through galaxies, I’m floating with fairies and pixies

The scene looks picture perfect beautiful pixels

I can’t feel a thing. Novacane to these emotions

Come ride on this high with me, making memories we can’t even remember

Fogs of despair slowly disappear

Long bursts of ecstasy, short waves inbetween fantasies

Dark heart, cold soul fade to black. Don’t bring the light back.

Make the darkness infinite, never bothered me much anyways

Identical to the milky way, on the edge of euphoria

Cant explain these butterflies, lilies blossom out of clear water

Good intentions, delusions of a deluded brother

This is a love crime, pure ******

Might be cold in the winter, but I want you for the summer.