compulsory

We are dying too heal

All the problems you just like to conceal

Yet there is so

You want to heal

Nothing or ordinary

Wound up in precarity

I open up lyrically

I want you psychospiritually

I touch more than just physically

But if you let yourself, It can be more than just something else

Than just light the flame

Foolishe hearts have only themselves to blame

But if I tell you all I want,

(what I mean internally,

I want to love but I have to let myself be

You should just run away

Time will tell when were ready and ok)

Language becomes undecipherable

Words define the principle

Where time never has its proper place

Progressing unrealiable

Faling into place

No longer speaking quietly

Fall asleep to the memories

That no longer hold a place

Where in my mind I hope to see

A dark and clouded face

Bodies frozen, where desire floats through the stages

At last I find some relief, settled into the pages