Walk out the door see you float in thin air
But you’re not really there
Only an Illusion
Strangle the sun and the days will get short
But she’ll take you to court
Just persecution
In regards to the kiss, it’s hit and miss
The winter solstice
Silent Seclusion
The girl she is gone, and the nights growing long
I’ve done something wrong
Last Nights Confusion
I just sit and stare, and the cabinets bare
Dust in my hair
Mind prostitution
Stating the obvious, use what you know
All of the ancient truths died long ago
Drowning Suspicion and starving by time
Starting my punishment committing the crime
I sit there alone, but my body has grown
At home with tombstones, blessing my bones
Before my eyes, I see you float in the air
But you’re not really there, and I don’t really care.
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