museum walls where we made love
inside it's arms, we felt warmth
keen yet quietly, you whispered to me
endearments only you and i can perceive
over this world, we walked the sun
locked hands together as the earth spun
intertwined were our souls, but what have we done?

various voices vexed viciously on us

engaged in war was the scene between us
rough and heavy; tad thirst for blood
on the edge of everything, now we depart
souls once interlocked, and with a drift, they're gone.