Evoking tragedies of old, exhaling with regret
Determining my state, my dreamless state
Reaching out to find, reaching out to find
Solace in the most barren of places
This descend is long, unbearably long
Bringing to mind that of myths
A time where none was present
This moment suspended in time
The fondness of being isolated
This moment suspended in time
This exhale was not of regret
The soil was golden, demiurgic
Heavenly in the most literal meaning
This exhale was not of regret
But euphoric pure ecstasy, I coursed through my veins
With an eternal elegance, this eternal elegance
Was only surpa**ed by the most beautiful
Thing in the world
This moment suspended in time
The fondness of being isolated
This moment suspended in time
This exhale was not of regret