As the surrounding space becomes soft,
The hours both fly and crawl.
As the surrounding space becomes a collage,
Time is a thing I have drawn.

My eyes see only a haze,
And my heart sees only its desire.
I am digging my own grave
While you are at my side.

This is my grave.
A time warp we create
By the power of just a breath.
At the touch of your hand,

By this that I have made,
I am in my grave.