Nostalgia

Its white-hot gaze shines in the bluest light Lust-soaked rays that define the night And it's pure, unadulterated Leaning in to see, me on my knees in a heated dream Worn down by love Went into the night as one The facade fell apart How could she let me starve? The flesh is mine but the soul is confined Decades of decay, under godly light I own this night My want is not a need, it's a madness only I can see That maladaptive melody, a malady that only seems to speak to me it's ruined me Love will not be lost on me Meridian moon, will it ever bleed free? If I let it in, it will take everything from me Falling hand in hand, we are yearning to be free So let nostalgia get the best of me Self-skeptic end this septic love How can I trust myself when I know what lies above? I know just what she does When I know what she wants with my blood Stopped in my tracks by the haunting noise, The world fell apart when I heard your voice Meridian moon, will it ever bleed free? If I let it in, it will take everything from me Falling hand in hand, we are yearning to be free So let nostalgia get the best of me Catatonic thoughts arouse what I crave The raptured peace crumbles like sand in the waves These visions resonate with my fragile mind Serenity now withered by the carving knife I know just what she does When I know what she wants with my blood