Asymptotes

Not falling together

You and I

In this cunning refrain-

Hot off the heels of extravagance, ignorance and innocence

Which I strive for with impossible longing

And giddy nostalgia, soon, and I can feel it

I am propelled into darkened depravity

The end of these pastel emotions draws ever near

I am plummeting into the deep red darkness I strangely much prefer

It is the more tragic of the two

It seems purposely unclear-

Clouding the mind

This song at the very least is heavy for me

I can see your face on the screen

With the trickling sad piano notes

Everything is going downhill

But is a delightful downfall

It is sad that a person can so long for the melancholy and macabre

When childlike beauty is floating there

Lightly at your fingertips