Asceticism

No sings of chores to compromise
To the sounds of bulk, of bleaks and lies
Another form of suicide
In between we have a different light
A calm and soothing open mind
Is all I need to be defined
In the moment that you can confide
Divine

Keep me lost in our world, for I know that this is my only
Constant.
I can't breathe without you, & I can't go on,
Knowing this is my dime.

I'm coming home alive
The sirens, they come in little poison drops of mines
The lions, they'll creep into the notions in your head

This is the moment we've been waiting for
Where discretions and illusions roar
this is the moment we've been waiting for
But in the end it is all the same

Talk to me like you have never imagined
A profligacy is what I'll be living
I blame the skies for the tonsils in my mind

Embrace the sins that I will be cleansing
A leniency of a saint declining
I graze the hills from the broken storylines

Keep me lost in our world, for I know that this is my only
Constant.
I can't breathe without you, & I can't go on,
Knowing this is my dime.