Away away
From everything we knew
Taken away
From everything with you
Drops of gold and green
Shimmer across the sky
Through holes in the dark
As we lay as one
And wonder
Why we rest where we are
What wonderful thing have we done
To deserve what we have
Etched in the walls indecision
The choices
That we need the most of all

This room rests
In a blanket of ashes
And looms in the smell of a story
A story yet to be told
One of passion
Love, loss and glory
A wonderful tale of a life
Not yet lived
With characters enthralling and proper
A fantasy that flutters past the voices
A preacher that lurks in the halls
Tingling, pure ecstasy
Doesn't matter at all when you’re settling
No psychosis
Just rotting, corroding
Breaking off falling apart at the seams