I have seen many faces in my day,
Not one I have forgot,
Only to catch her in May,
She came all the way from Denmark to stay.

Shy as I was, down by what once was,
Denmark’s girl was there to kept my secrets.
Sarah swept me away, angelic beauty.
She cares not of societies troubling regrets.

I think she doesn’t mind my company,
Random conversation shines the day,
Wearing darkness, black for days.
Black like my dreams, bring me to my knees.

Not effected by our decaying world,
Neglected like always.
We share the darkness,
Black as her dress, she lingers in my dreams always.

My black trench keeps me safe,
Safe and warm from the storm.
Often seen as harsh without faith,
Often keeps my breath warm.

My black trench coat travels,
Just like myself along the sidelines.
Can't wait to trek the gravel,
Unseen faces follow the guide-lines.

My black trench coat hides the pain,
Hides all my cares of this world inside.
All of the cares of this life in vain,
Now are you ready to meet by curbside?

So I found her sitting there,
She notices my moves...
Now I can't breath.
Paralyzed by her test.

Asking simple questions to pass
Only to pass the time.
Oh God, why can't this
This moment last forever.

So I was just walking along,
Around the corner I found her,
All sad and alone...
Oh will you listen to me?

Now I am beside her,
I don't know how to help,
Help her through her pain,
Help her through her pain...

Among the tiniest grain,
Deep ranges of space,
I will wait there.
I'll be waiting there up there somewhere.

Punk music fills my head with noise
Keats opens up doors in my mind
Poetry calls my name, yet it's a choice
Keats leads me to the kind only to find
His poetry speaks to me.
Running through the pages,
Opening the doors,
Keats opened up my heart.
Now it will be hard to part.

Blake wrote his marriage to hell,
Keats wrote his pain to the death,
Wordsworth wrote for himself,
What a loner.
I am tortured to the brink,
Sin has made me this way,
No turning back to the light,
I am scribing from my soul.
Hiding as a mole,
I am once again,
Alone again.

Looking back on it now,
I must have seen it coming.
I did see it coming.
Oh yes I saw it arrive at my door,
The box in the corner.
Now the electronic sits on my floor.
No sound yet said the hoard.
I feel torn as I open the cardboard,
Only to discover to my surprise,
The electronic mind control device.

She left me here alone rotten to the bone,
Undoubtedly, I decided to love poesy like stone.
My careless intentions wrong,
Must have been the haze almost free.
Everyone cares not for me,
Rescue me poetry from my dark light.