Fervor

We were drifting on a sad song
Hopeless with ourselves.
Denying what they told was the truth
Legalizing murder in our minds.
I could have known what we possessed
When we were diagnosed with our own hate crime.
You and I are a conscience they dismiss
Believing we play disaster
Knowing nothing but only this.
So sleep in your arms as I suppress the will
To further harm myself, and instead lay with you
Because nothing is better than being together
Since with you my world is always with perfect weather