Euphoric State - Ghost Iris

Evoking tragedies of old

Exhaling with regret

Determining my state

My dreamless state

Reaching out to find

Reaching out to find

Solace in the most barren of places

This descend is long

Unbearably long

Bringing to mind

That of myths

A time where none was present

This moment

Suspended in time

The fondness of being isolated

This moment

Suspended in time

This exhale was not of regret

The soil was golden, demiurgic

Heavenly in the most

Literal meaning

This exhale was not of regret.

But euphoric pure ecstasy

I coursed through my veins

With an eternal elegance

This eternal elegance

Was only surpassed

By the most beautiful

Thing in the world

This moment

Suspended in time

The fondness of being isolated

This moment

Suspended in time

This exhale was not of regret