Rain drops pierce my heart as I close my eyes on this rainy night.
The noise grow louder as I begin to feel sorta alright.
Not sure where I am as I'm lost in the sweetest ambrosia of affection.
Craving clarity and a sense of direction as I chase this sweet misery called perfection.
A beautiful mistress that calls to my mind, body and soul.
So much I'm willing to do to live stories left untold.
This lost, weary soul of mine yearns to taste the purest form of love.
One of the many wishes I've asked from the heavens above.
Madness calls near to trap me along with my fears.
Why worry about such things when I can hide behind my euphoric tears.
Sweet ambrosia, enjoying all that I currently have in my possession.
From the innocence of my memories to my crippling depression.
Why hide my struggles and emotions when the world is in constant grief.
You're not alone lost souls, we're all looking for some sort of relief.
Lost in sweet ambrosia, so I may taste freedom for the first time in a while.
For I'm merely a human trying to live like it's going out of style.
