I want you forever,
you can't handle,
you can now cope with our love,
but long term puts you in shambles.

Have you got plans of moving on,
will you get board of living with my opinion,
can't you see us together,
your the one I adore and I am your minion.

Obsession,
ignoring you isn't easy,
I care so much,
that you are who you are,

   thinking of you changing,
hurt,
or fading,
makes me feel queasy,

      what secrets do you keep,
are you a sinner,
don't take the risk,
why turn to the dark,

what do you do,
how do you feel,
do I hold you back,
can you live like me,

  It's a question,

      I must ask.

he takes the room by storm,
a set of golden keys jangling in both hands,
he stroles up to me and opens my cage,
he has a thin neck which opens out to a wide rumbling gut,
his voice cuts through the air with a scream,
and then roles down to a grumble,
his padded body sways as he preaches,
and his pitch black skin glints in the light of the door out of the cell.
"Remember this".
he says,
"I was your Key out of here!"

There's a storm coming,
and we better be ready when it blows,
it will break our hearts,
and drown our souls.

We will have to work hard,
if we are to wait out the storm,
it can make the biggest of things small,
and the smallest of things big.

we will have to be focused,
we will have to stay positive,
it can crush our dreams,
and spill our sorrows.

we can beat the storm,
if we work together,
if we decide right rather than wrong,
and take only the risks that are actually worth taking.

Being away from her,
   is like taking medication.

      It's hard to swallow,
but it's good for you,
  and you know it can't get any worse.

      You know your capable of taking it,
and it's not worth the risk of not taking it.

I said I'll give you everything,
I will never expect you to do the same,
because that would be selfish,
and for anybody other than myself it would just be so strange.

But I kinda expected your gorgeous voice,
it's to beautiful for even me it seems,
but that is your choice,
it would be the greatest of gifts if you gave it to me.

'why do you do it,
you perhaps need to stop?!
you'll permanently damage your self!'

I'd reply,
'Nahh!'
What I ment was this...

'That's the idea,
It was once a punishment for a fat child,
who was to weak to look after himself.

Now it's still a punishment,
but this time for a weak man,
not strong enough to care for the one he loves.'