Just a boy trying to dream,
Embraces of angels a figment...

This day i can remain,
blood hot and rising, hearts song...

To all those memories; those intracies,
i call to you in little drops, every dot...

When you feel the stern feeling of pen,
or the tap of a keyboard, creation is yours...

When you burn,
I’m ash to your side...

Decadent tree grew in loneliness,
twisted contorted shape; sheltered few...

I grew a hole, way back when, dug hard
Solid into the ground, and the pain...

Sunshine spilled out that day,
Walking, the exam, the stress over...

Staring within mirrors all day;
basking in life reflectively...

Eyes,
mirrors...

So I love you,
I’m sure you doubt that...

These times we are collapsing;
re-founding all our pro-foundings...