“practice human nature in its absence”

Mesmerizing the sunset colors, in contrast to how the world can come together and create these pieces 

Hold the dearest arms in hand, between the conflicts that combat through our open creases

I’ve developed a new method

Fantasies that we’ll never forget while the mark of Cupid’s bow, buries it’s ends into the deepest of places, beyond my own existence

We’re never prepared to pronounce these problems, dealing with an unstable predicate

The feelings for this type of love, I regretted it

Mislead because of my desire to compare and come near such diligence, with a seductive deliverance

Turning my wrongs into enlightened sentiments 

Bathed in those oils once again

Succumb to the art by higher demands, if this was the end of days, what would be your final plan?

The limit isn’t in the sky, I’ve held those gates open with my own two hands