My emotions scream
They make me siege to your command

Hollowing clutters of fallen ashes

When we both retire
from this hot air balloon dream
that we seemed to once aspire

Those isotopic memories lost me now

An illusion that falls as quickly as it seems
to the knees that never fully grasp
reality in its intention

That gives me the realness of who you are
No postponement.
This is down to maintenance man!

Love is too holy to be left alone
Walking backwards
Down the black alley of regret
And the misstep of dissatisfaction

I swear that is death to me.