Once again recycling our muffled foray
Terse to a fault, and carelessly wavering on that fine line
Where hallucination becomes reality through relentless obsession
Believe the hype
Believe what you felt
Turn the clock sideways and frolic in this inhibition
Just don't doubt its rare nature
You've lost your way and I'm left hoping that you'll come back
Through this calloused door shut, an icy burn
A poor hand dealt under unchosen circumstance
Within the struggle liеs
Like grinding gears and insect flеsh
Imagery devoid of light
This is where I am lost without you
I know I'll never be the same again