conflagration

the solitude of our vibrationthe humming of the cyclical combustion

oh god I wish I was with you right nowthe voices in my headnegotiating all of these commitments as I lay awake alone, my kingly bedI have these waking dreams of being close enough to hear your sounds

a lonely lord my mind imagines all the world a conflagrationburn the fucker downgrab your pitchfork and the angry mob,together we can turn the blaze onto the shady streets within our little townshow I'd love to be just close enough to feel your burning energy, the golden harmony,

the solitude of our vibrationthe humming of the cyclical combustion

I can smell your smoke from hereI can see you staring in the mirror

hear the hesitation in your tearstaste the bread we break while in a war against our fears

the strongest human who I may have ever drawn nearfrom all the times you called me cute I still have ringing in my ears

oh my god how I do wish that our controlled combustion shook right though the bedpostto my roomthe warming royal resonancemy soul, in step cannot but lie awake a little restless sinceI wish that you were here,you look so beautiful adorned in all the piercing echoes of the silent moon