If the air touches skin with its grace
If the gift of love gives an embrace
If a blade finds its mark and blood is drawn
Still I think I’ll be far, I’ll be gone

If the breath of today does not sway
Tomorrow’s memory just may
It is all I can hope for as of now
For the scent of today is too foul

Is this meant as a twisted cure?
Protection from all the hells endured
I’ll take anything, as long as it stays
Within sight always