for what sweet maiden
and what soft lamb
would dare accept
my crooked heart?

cursed words of mine
twisted mercilessly into
wretched ballads
that no one will ever sing.

there’s no salvation for me now
nowhere for me to heal
destruction runs in these veins
beating in my heart of steel

have mercy on my dark heart
be still, these wild thoughts
a pen dipped in jet-black ink
scratched across tormented soul.

her silent presence
all-encompassing
wrapping you in her warm arms.

the whisper of her, teasing
oh-so-close

she's your lifeline
without her you struggle to live
she's the very breath
of this wide earth

bottled up,
just for you.

warm and forgiving
ever full of life
the burst of colour
in a barren land.

she gives you hope
and without her
you stumble, aimless
in the dark.

her presence is eternal
long after you've left
you'll stagger
trip and fall

fragments of her heart
on your white shoes.

passion burning in her veins
licking at her heels
as she chases a lost love
across the barren land.

rage ignites in her
burning bright a flame
that cannot be quelled
despite the way
you try, you try, you try

a fleeting glimmer
as her eyes reflect the light
the taste of her
soft, sweet, lingering
on your tongue.

you need her to survive,
and without her
you crave, you crave, you crave.

hold her gently, love
cup her in both hands
and treat her tenderly

else she'll slip away
her shadow
a stain on your favourite jeans.