Holding on
is it too long
Masturbating on a sorrowed mind
Holding on
is it too long
Masticating on an empty mine

Symphonies 
Of words to please
Your expectations
Constantly

Our molding minds
Are rotting waste 
Or each other’s 
Second faces

The future beckons
The story weeps
Against the cold
The sudden heat

Of heaven's breath
Upon my nape
A drape of lace
Across my face

Between the cracks
A rainbow shines
Among the colors
I walk blindly

Swimming in
Ephemeral seeds
These songs of ours
The giving tree of

Still ours
Still ours
Still ours

Holding on
is it too long
Masturbating on a sorrowed mind
Holding on
is it too long
Masticating on an empty mind