My eyes they’re bleeding
In an internal centrifugal force
You won’t see the blood
I’m just too coursing to bleed…
So you go from obsolete
And leave me in a fire
I combust into an ardour
I just can’t control.
My lust is an earthly bird
A phoenix -that can’t adjust
To the cold of these evenings alone
What do, I do when I just feel lost?
My eyes they’re bleeding
Leaking like a bucket with a hole.
The circumference of which…
Deeply aches in impenetrable rust.
What do, I do?
When I can’t move these tides?
Do I just follow and pretend…
Show I’m still hypnotised.
…In love with you!
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