my pleasure would lead me away
from that which had drove itself deep
of that which has anchored its home
and that which has claimed me as thine

my heart would tell me to follow
and its beautiful lies pulled me on
and the words , the riddles did soothe
the flesh that still clung to my bones

I tried to find pleasure in others
to minus the fool that I have become
to dull the pain which loving you brings
to soothe away that which is wrong

i find comfort in song
as it dwindles down low
into the night
of dispair
the touch of you hair
between my fingers
the torturous lie
i choose to believe
may more of a pain
than a cure.