Orange decays to a weltering crimson
Drowning down now...
I filled and spilled my drink, when I'm thinking down.
Alone I think, that I might just drown.
Passion is a crime, as we all know.
I really don't mean to stare,
but I keep finding my gaze reciprocated by yours.
I'm sorry, its nothing...
your calling my conscious, begging so softly and calmly,
I whisper my reasons, so shortly
I wonder, I'm heralding guilt
...it is for these sins, I atone
enshrouding confusion, I wonder if senses are all just lies.
Drowning down now...
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