I feel your pekid lips
So cold as they graze mine
I feel the days move forward though we’re moving back in time.
If death and hunger brought us together
Will life tear us apart?
Will satisfaction be more like a spear through my heart?
Is happiness that energy so mortal and revealing?
Its light keeps bringing darkness to the hourglass receding.
Balancing on the line of parody and paradise,
Everything looks smaller seen reflected in your troubled eyes.
Don’t be daunted by distance,
Every dream meets its resistance
Reality creeps in between the cracks
But don’t let it blind us, we can go back.