I can feel the air push out against me, a swift scent of karma, truth kisses and lips tease.
Tied around this chemistry of love compounds, does regret always make the same woeful sounds?
And you were here, laid out on a knife, the glass room shows us the reeling sky.
I want a place to hide, a home of untraceable lies, but reality doesn’t like our hopeful goodbyes.
Witness as the roaring winds strangle me, the senses twisted by my inefficiencies.
Let us slip into the mild open seas.