Show me empathy,
under my breathe,
as I look away
when you undress,
A perfect figure,
warm skin underneath,
but my emotions stray,
not lust but the blessed.
I'm lost in suicide,
not kiss of the death
so a phantom strays.
This is all just a mess.
All my figurines
under sheets beneath,
I can look for a way
Not dreaming
to caress.

If it was true, of heaven,
being a kickstart to engines
I would have found a way,
past the gates and a passerby.