Scent

Your scent on the pillow The sound of your eardrums The touch of a willow In my veins You're held up in sorrow The passing of seasons The past that you borrow Is here again You're with me, yet nowhere The end of the unfair Starting the slow cares And my aims Sensing deflating Meaning of reason Pointless conflation Is here again Yet not all lost No cost at all Watcher for yesterday Yet at no cost Not lost at all Watch out for yesterday They are in no shape To leave for a reason They locked in the windows Or the mane They are without this Nothing preserves that Which comes to fruition In latter days And not a loss No cost at all Watcher for yesterday Yet at no cost Not lost at all Watch out for yesterday I am a sermon A summoning serpent A viscous deserter Of my aims I am a father Of all which is birthed here Never bestowed with Those endless veins I'm a despiser Of all that was earned in Missions of sorrow Or latter days I am on fire With visions that charred her Listen untold to All her games She is a demon A vacuum of feeling A vacuous evening Ah, here again She will deride that I live on the farsight Off with the ease and All my aims Yet not all lost No cost at all Watcher for yesterday Yet at no cost Not lost at all Watch out for yesterday Yet at no cost No loss at all Watch out for yesterday Yet not all cost No lost at all Watch out for today Watch out for loss Watch out for cost Watch out for yesterday And at no cost No lost at all Watch out for yesterday Yet at no cost Not lost at all Don't watch for yesterday And at no cost Not lost at all Watch out for yesterday