The door opens and the breath escapes
Lucidity decreases, the mind's erased
Rationality is gone, far gone
Only instinct remains here

Reality
Defintion of a majority
She writhes in shed morality

The petals pass my lips, the aroma sickening me
My soul, fluid-like, sliping into the unknown
The crucified form, stretching high, debris
A Retraction of innocence, I claim my passage

Momentum is the deity
Release is relative

Surface reaches air, the statue bleeds
The hand reaches up, touching the seeds
The sin remains, the god stirs in depths

Reality
Defintion of a majority
We writhe in shed morality

Coming closer they beckon me
Waiting for another, the dreams caress

Momentum is the deity
Release is relative

Touching the window, the face is gone