swinging through life led by impulses of burning moments, you glided into my heart catching a glimpse of fire i secretly hid in my dances. passionate fucks attached my love to your chest, strengthened the bond we called life in confessions of the dark. inseperately sharing the semen of rebirth we envision to change humanness. how are we supposed to sustain this mortal game of creation?

it is 5am and the heat of a summer morning starts to lay itself down on my huddled body, while i imagine to see the refelction of the sun in your green eyes, too. you say a look in my eyes is killing you. is that how you tell me about your runaway? stronger together, better apart. i cut my heart out, you sticked it into the book of collections, your trophy album. i understand that your addiction to freedom is not my weakness, it is the delusion of a generation drowning in power of endless equilibria. yet it is 5am and my uncovered power is proven useless on iced out seas that once felt like hotel room showers unlocking my burning heart.

holding on to my dreamtopia, i understand that your addiction to freedom is not my weakness. it is the delusion of a generation drowning in power of endless equilibria. i understand, you are not to be my god, am i to be your siren? the potentiality of change leads my fire to melt freezing waxes. you fill up with hypothermia. yet it is 5am and my uncovered power is proven useless on iced out seas that once felt like hotel room showers unlocking my burning heart.