I keep her down in the basement
Is the safest place that I know
My obsession with her hair
Her skin so pale
When tied to this chair

She looks into my eyes
Begging for release
I cry in the night
At the monster in the mirror

I just want the love I've never had
To feel her skin on mine
But she just keeps crying
In between the bruises

The end will come soon
Again I cannot have
Love respect and a cherished heart
Until he makes me find another

My whole world is such a mess
It's my fault I know
But loneliness is a killer
A killer is a killer  nonetheless

I wonder what it must be like to be so **** petty...

I look into the eye's of the child so innocent
And see the world so wondrous reflected back
With questions unanswered
Knowledge to gain
This child in time so refrained
From harming another

The innocent face of pure love
Looks to the world
For the guiding hand
Of mother earth and her love

Listening close the child can hear
All around the sounds of life
And see the path that must be walked
One step at a time
Our love to light the way

Tell me of wondrous things
How the whisper of the breeze
Sings your name
Through the trees that line your path

Tell me wondrous things
Of when kisses melted the heart
By the open fire of your soul
As stars fell from your eyes

Tell me wondrous things
Like how your hand fits my life
And the heat of our love
Melts into another day

I'll tell you a wondrous thing
That all the words that I sing
Fly like little butterfly's
Gently kissing lips so silken

A professor explained to me once
how there is a limited number
of possible designs for making
an arrow point function as intended.

You can't stick a round rock on a stick
and expect it to penetrate like a dart.

It has to be sharp and hard, yet light
to fly like a feather straight and true
to the heart. I said, you mean like love?

She said, yeah, like love, kinda like love.