You are the spirit Of the love I used to hold You left me to waste In the wreckage of your mold Am I little more than a casualty Of your cruelty As I call for your spirit, The echoes of my bellows Ring hollow in my loneliness

a soul stuck in time lives in a daydream intertwined with his hands, like thunderstruck magic, sprawled across her back in an embrace of candle lit airs and crystalline stares, as she screams like god to make him stay