Harmonic Touch

Hand in hand we dance in a snake pit
Your fragrance I’m frenzied by
All eyes study over awkward engagements
Spotlights on and we are just stage props
In a silent movie
Don’t think you can get away
Inside my whirlwind thought processor
Your face is being computed

Your mug doesn’t show any emotions
Can’t you give me one last tear drop
Patience with you is like finding the end in a ball of thread
Is this the breakdown in a fragmented head
You’re a stone wall
How can I get inside?
Give me a reason not to try.
Thirsty I have a taste for a experiment