There's an echo in your glare
I couldn't describe a more enticing form of scenery
The sound of your universe ringing in my ear
I don't know when was the last time
I had a moment to myself
Without you being my self shared moment in my lost time
A specimen of self indulging fetishism
I see me being the last of you observations
I hear the voices of my internal observatory
How hollow it was to think
I had found the right constellation
Pretty browns on a thorny rose soul
In a poem of damaged fornication
Our petals shared the irrespective words
Of a being who damned the idea of engagement
Angel under the halo of two horns
You look like a poem on the horizon
I resize him to the awakening of my stars
Because the moon can never kiss the sun
But how pretty it would be
To see my blue wash over his light
Like the hymn of sin kissing heaven
History's centrepiece could have worn us better
But how bitter the peace in our senseless war
To choke my euphoria
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There's an echo in your glare
I couldn't describe a more enticing form of scenery
The sound of your universe ringing in my ear
I don't know when was the last time
I had a moment to myself
Without you being my self shared moment in my lost time
A specimen of self indulging fetishism
I see me being the last of you observations
I hear the voices of my internal observatory
How hollow it was to think
I had found the right constellation
Pretty browns on a thorny rose soul
In a poem of damaged fornication
Our petals shared the irrespective words
Of a being who damned the idea of engagement
Angel under the halo of two horns
You look like a poem on the horizon
I resize him to the awakening of my stars
Because the moon can never kiss the sun
But how pretty it would be
To see my blue wash over his light
Like the hymn of sin kissing heaven
History's centrepiece could have worn us better
But how bitter the peace in our senseless war
To choke my euphoria
I couldn't describe a more enticing form of scenery
The sound of your universe ringing in my ear
I don't know when was the last time
I had a moment to myself
Without you being my self shared moment in my lost time
A specimen of self indulging fetishism
I see me being the last of you observations
I hear the voices of my internal observatory
How hollow it was to think
I had found the right constellation
Pretty browns on a thorny rose soul
In a poem of damaged fornication
Our petals shared the irrespective words
Of a being who damned the idea of engagement
Angel under the halo of two horns
You look like a poem on the horizon
I resize him to the awakening of my stars
Because the moon can never kiss the sun
But how pretty it would be
To see my blue wash over his light
Like the hymn of sin kissing heaven
History's centrepiece could have worn us better
But how bitter the peace in our senseless war
To choke my euphoria