Clement Cold Spring

You sing like an abyss to me. Bliss from the heaven of the sky. Seven of the crown flowers on my head. Towers that trap us in the galactic starlight. Blight of our destine to our future. Chest in the endless darkness. Friendless of you as I find your scent. Blind me to sleep in your arms. Sweep me into your sorrow. Blew me a song that I can sing to you. Cling to me into your universe. Cure the game that they started. Frame into a dream world where you smile. Style what is left for us as you fall. I drawl to the ground as I stop singing. I look at you blood all over your white. Wanting to go but can't as my world goes blind.