No great cause, mission or message, 
we are restless 
and sometimes aggressive.
We love with all our hearts 
and hate with every cell.
A night can be eternity in heaven
or forever in hell.

Time passes, as it will. 
It flies by the good  
with the bad standing still.

Maybe that is why every time 
I surmise after we say good-bye, 
left with only a hug and smile.
I feel the urge to cry as if my insides have dried,
after my love has withered and died.

This is what we deal with 
day in and out of a daze;
If love isn't a myth
Maybe it's only a craze.

Out of all of dark obsessions 
and my soul's deepest deceptions,
emerges this 
and now they will no longer settle for just a kiss.

We have this idea in our sights,
and instinct tells us to fight, 
and try as we might
to counter this delight,
we know its wrong, but it feels oh so right.

And you called it a mistake, 
a treason in your blood.
Like a soldier,
you sketch a bird... 
only to have a head blown off.