Daily Season

I need relief From all the things I say Perhaps a smoke Precious breath Time and space Another open dream Tender-less told Like a cloudless sky The morning breaks For a minutes time Lights up my face And I am alone When I stand On the web I am It goes for miles and miles It never ends Damn this feeling open door (Yeah! Stay!) x3 I love my flesh When it’s wet Silent matter Fates of smoke When I lust Fates the master Yeah spending out Deepest threats God passed through My felts and desires I hope he hates that sound I hope it makes him cry