In darkness I am free
In light I live in false security

They say the shadows flee from the day
But they only retreat in my mind

I feel more horrors in daylight
Than I see them in the night

A damsel, fair with braided hair,
Her beauty wild beyond compare,
Came bustling to the summer faire,
Her petticoats a-flowing;

She settled there, upon a chair
And watched the young men stop and stare,
But none of them would dare to dare
To coax her with a-wooing;

In her despair, she gasped for air,
No one it seemed would know or care,
Her beauty hid a deep despair
That she was not a-showing

And unaware how to declare
The secrets that she dare not share,
The damsel left to who knows where,
And no one is a-knowing

How came a damsel quite so rare,
With beauty fair and braided hair,
Alone with no one's love to share,
Her petticoats a-flowing

Could you push me into the river
Make me soaking wet, and, sicker
Could you push my swing
But never let go, to make me forever cling

Could you push me into your limelight
Then remove hollow faces out of sight
Could you push my door
Let me see, at the end of this ocean is a shore

Could you push me out of my seat
Have me see a better view of the old creek
Could you push my words into this paper
Drive me down, to find out what is truly deeper

Let me lean on your star
Because I stopped pushing myself afar
Pull me in with gravity
Because I have no more vines of duty

                                
              
                                                       *-Push someone's swing before it gets rusted

going through endless monotony
a new decision, but not for me
every day as it was and will tomorrow be
but how, how can it also be me?

greatness, i know, is in store for you
things you will never believe is true.
But  what do we do,
monotony starring back at me and you.

oh how difficult could it ever be
just doing something, just for me
people starring back, back at me
a jury and i'm the one to plea

enough is enough, "me being bold"
this story of me is done being told
my life, none other than me
will be the life i will lead

here i stand, myself and me
enjoying the feeling of being free
yes, lucky you might think of me
but freedom is also waiting for thee

An eye for an eye that's how it start,
not knowing,still thinking their smart,
not knowing to what these actions will lead
the detriment of those so desperately in need.

Suddenly the revenge is no more,
it's no more about settling the score,
no, now it starts, the tip of the gun,
just for the sheer pleasure and the fun.

cutting and cutting, not seeing them bleed
day upon day giving in to your greed.
can you not see it's you they fear!
there's more than one meaning to the word,queer.

no knife sharper than a pen or the tongue
sadly there's no wisdom for those who are young.
it's to late when you realize and see
their silence and peculiarity was really a plea.

"What is there", you ask, for me to do?
"Nothing", I say, can describe my feelings to you.
What's done is done,
now it's for me to overcome.

You told me to swallow my pride.
I did, it played pinball inside my chest
Left me without a sound or a shudder,
No map to find it or you again,
Now I'm strung out trying to wrap you again in my arms,
This fight be not one I know how to win

Warmth passed between our bodies,
Your skin was soft and wet,
Let me breath out your name
bury it into your chest,
sweet sensation of touch,
oh how you ****** me,
gentle lover, silent sinner,
I have never craved the taste
of anyone as much as yours