I sold my soul for a woman before.
  I turned my back on love for lust,
  a black heart tarnished white knight.
  I want you so badly now. I can't trust
  wild haired beauty singing from rocky
  shores draws me ever closer every night.
  I'm no saint. I've starved for years and
  smell your feast hungering for a bite.  
  I feel death's cold breath on my neck
  strokes gift firework showers of light.
  I'm old and set in ways like a statue.
  I'm safe tucked away for the night.