Speak so slightly
Soft on your footstep
Beg forgiveness
what has been kept

Your scar maimed arms
are quite the turn on
You Phrenia mind
what has been left

I see softly
starring in the door way
I want your hate
to guide me some where

I feel your breath
such a wavering existence
I want your body
to know I care.

Speak so slightly
of everything you believe in
Speak so little
of what you know

Your inner dimension
is pulling me in
your hiding it all
is giving me show