She seems to be drawn
To the tricks of my trade
To the art of my craft
To the cast of my shade

Like a moth to the flame
Of my flickering hope
Like a fiend to the drug
Of my slippery *****

Perhaps it evokes
Some chemistry questions
Addicting the senses
To crave my expressions

Reflecting the vision
She couldn't imagine
Would be chasing tales
Of my lurid sol dragon

Abandon the wagon
And blaze your own trail
With no holocaust
To my unholy grail

Come sail the exhale
Of my genesis breath
Come surf across brain waves
Of my ego death

But prepare to be swept
In my undertow's wake
When I rise and I fall
Like the tides of daybreak

Forsaken we'd make it
A night with each other
But no stars could fake it
My true sunlight lover