Do you see the things I do? Do you hear the trees sing to you in silence, The waters around you echo like song? Does your heart act as bone - breaking upon too heavy an impact?
My fingers crave your flesh, your blood Not sexually, not sensually (though for you I’d give much too much up) You see, decisions i’ve made, chances I’ve decided to take None result in utmost pleasure
Some, alas, reside in pain Sadly, some have pain as choice Others, pain becomes pleasure Yet none I’ve made have yet to persuade my mind as you
Tragic isn’t it? My despair My desires like a child’s What I can’t touch, you I can’t have My needs now dependant on dreams
Is it a fault of mine or mind? A fault of human nature? Or rather just when one is touched By someone like no other?
I have no peace in resolve I have no peace in ends Do I dare to stop you here With no false sense of closure?
So line by line, and by each letter Do you become confused Or do you now understand Better than I do?
Can you explain my split brain? Can you explain the tides? The waves which crash over These convoluted lines
The ocean breathes, the trees they sing I pray you’ve seen it too Yet pray to whom? I’ve no idea I’d rather prey to you.