Xeno Hemlock

Lonesome went out the window when the virus scare hit the air.
Since I’m locked indoors, no chance of seeing your face everywhere.
A lingering wave of dread turns into nightmare my sweet dreams
Which used to include your presence, now I’m tearing at the seams.

Although before I took consolation knowing we’re under the same sky,
Not anymore because in our world the chance of dying became high.
Is there any way the aliens can come and take you far, far away?
My love, it might be the only chance for you to live another day.

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