Lost the touch of your soul

Seemed too bright to behold

Every time I think of thy

A little more runny my mind sighs

Penetrative thoughts of lust

Carving the paths of trust

Torn between surreal rationality

Lost in heavy doses of gravity

Fleeting chances of striking balance

Muddy minds and hopeless hearts

Each trained on a different star

Singing to the freedom scars

Mistakes corrected of times agone

So above so below

Heart sinks with mythical pain

Mind accused of the ruthless bane

Persisting on an answer so blurred

Amidst tiny giveaways of the winds

Snatching life out of breath

Soul is constantly on benign meth