Please Set Her Free, From My Thoughts.
The Walls To My Deepest Fears
Are Closing Up On Her.
She Screams Out So Silently.
But Her Voice Echo's To My
Projected Subconsciousness.

They Feel Her ****** Tears
Curl To Their Souls.
But Spare No Sympathy
For The Little Girl.

They Let Her Drown,
And Watch Her Resurrect
Into A Consciousness
That Will Torture Me

For Eternity.

The forces of all nature
Weigh onto me heavily.
All I want is for you to
Look at me
As I look at you.
But how could you?
You are lovely
And I am me.
It's fine though.
I will be happy
When I see you again.

When I am old,
And sadly steal apart,
Into the dark and cold,
Friend of my heart!
Remember, if you can,
Not him who lingers, but that other man,
Who loved and sang, and had a beating heart, --
When I am old!

When I am old,
And all Love's ancient fire
Be tremulous and cold:
My soul's desire!
Remember, if you may,
Nothing of you and me but yesterday,
When heart on heart we bid the years conspire
To make us old.

When I am old,
And every star above
Be pitiless and cold:
My life's one love!
Forbid me not to go:
Remember nought of us but long ago,
And not at last, how love and pity strove
When I grew old!

The way I lust isn't fair
I fall for an eloquent stare
But the heartbeat's not there
How can my lips need one thing
And my knees another
To fly or to fall
That's the choice isn't it after all?

To have your sweet fragrance
all over me
is to be covered
in the spell of a living goddess.