i sought your lungs in a helpless state
wanting your every fiber
to be mine for all eternity
the need for life within you
so much i would cause my death
to be closer to your soul
the nectar, wishful thinking
only for you in the hearse
dilligent, stupid drinking
a momentary bliss in cascades
layered today in purgatory
with nothing, not even a kiss
sick, twisted envisions of you
oh holy is my sweet gideon
giddying irrensible damage to me
shapes in the burning dark
with no soul left on the bark
to everything, you were mine
but this time, i am a ghost