Lost on Me - Arc Iris

Holding on

Is it too long

Masturbating on a sorrowed mind

Holding on

Is it too long

Masticating on an empty mine

Symphonies

Of words to please

Your expectations

Constantly

Our molding minds

Are rotting waste

Or each other’s

Second faces

The future beckons

The story weeps

Against the cold

The sudden heat

Of heaven’s breath

Upon my nape

A drape of lace

Across my face

Between the cracks

A rainbow shines

Among the colors

I walk blindly

Swimming in

Ephemeral seeds

These songs of ours

The giving tree of

Still ours

Still ours

Still ours

Holding on

Is it too long

Masturbating on a sorrowed mind

Holding on

Is it too long

Masticating on an empty mind