Breathe


I’m now involved in all your wildest obsessions.
My tears are drying, I see faith in your eyes.
You’re giving in to all the Fear’s of Deception.
We always push away the thoughts we despise.
What is it though?
Is It Physical?
Always Senual?
Like a Ritual!

Is this all I’m Left with?
You’re the Bed I sleep in.
When you’re not here anymore.
You’re the Air I Breathe In.

Come take a chance and we’ll be gone in a second.
Don’t bother crying now, cause I’ll never Leave!
Now you’re Forgetting all the past recollections.
Body and Soul is what it takes to believe.
What is it though?
Is it sexual?
Intellectual?
Like a Ritual!