Sideways glances and meanderings
Staring down some dark alley street
This sway of me breezes free
Blood rushes through these veins
but ethereal do I sometimes feel
Sweet surrender to do we offer ourselves to each other
and truly believe this is it.
Who are we kidding?
Death has no mercy and sometimes won't even let us die
but instead waste away inside of
So it be
so it be
but not definitely..