drifting through timespace without a light and all he can
think of is flowers. although the stars are quite pretty they
do not compare to the beauty of one flower, and everyday
he floats farther away, lost in memories.
turned to white angel race into the blur skin sweet
monochrome pushing away everything all my life they
point and stare with desperate glances as he falls down
trying to crush time rotating superstar imposter fears
i can't make them stop smooth m o m e n t e m o t i o n
slipping, can't move... searching for that ecstatic moment
lost so long ago, alone i adore her honey image of lust.
let me indulge, apparatus developer, just a little longer.