Dead-End Love - The Lust

I’ll never be the same.

The things, I’ve easily missed,

'Re made by my sweet dreams, —

I play small powns of tangled game.

That join me in my life,

Igniting dead-end love?

Nobody’s able to explane

Why I’m drawing in this stuff.

It won’t be bought for tears

Or even be relieved.

It will be made by risk

This question of belief.