Nomenclature of Soul x Monolithic void

I'm turning myself off, I'm slowly dying, going insane without you,
And you are only reason to continue living,
I'm falling into deep green hazy hole while holding hands of you,
I feel myself without you just scary, mad and creepy.

Just enter into my creative passion world and proceed to move on,
Inside me you will practice joy and pleasure,
Take your nomenclature positions off or I will say "Come on",
I daily sink in your space-like insanely-deep and blue-grey eyes.

I suffer from non-mutual love a lot,
And want me to get rid of strict subject formalities,
I want just being fully just reloaded and restored,
And we are just elite and monolithic.

And was I founding copper, and eventually found gold,
My lips are dark and wine, while your are striving kissing them,
I am your personalized and complex secret sort,
Our joint love lasting three years is obviously random.