Only he can soothe me
Only he can calm me
Only he can hug me
Only he can kiss me
Only he can releave me
Only he can do all of this.

Reached the bottom
Nowhere further to dig
          Powerless

Had no answers
Something beyond  "I"
The answers are to big
        Believe

Releave this ******* of self
Reliquish control to life's gig
      Turn it over

Past's dark doors opened
With the courage to face
What demons that may trig
     Fearless inventory

In the presence of the triology
Purge your ***** laundry
Freeing yourself of burdens
     Admitted wrongs

Come a point
Where these shackles
You no longer need
    Ready to remove

At foot of bed
Bend down and plead
To that beyond the "I"
To remove all that makes you bleed
     Humbly ask

Gather the names of those
Caught in your wake
    Made a list

To them give back
What wasn't yours to take
       Atone

With burden shed
Self removed
Feel the peace that you've never knew
     Conscious contact

With gift in hand
Tale in tow
Go and share all you know
      Carry the message

I have sorrow for those lost at sea
Courage for those I deem worthy to protect
Love for those who have hurt me
Yet somehow I feel a stirring in my thighs

A sensation that screams with good intentions
All of them gone wrong in a single sentiment
One of unworthyness and hatred
A feeling that cancels out all the good

Appreciation becomes a tool
Manipulation second nature
Love starts hurting with eyes
That have seen true hardships

Uncomprehension from others
Break through your dignified skin
Your ways of leaning in and whispering
All your fantasies are no longer

Strangling hands around your neck
Missing all the shooting stars
Of whom saviour seemed so far away
You recognized a pattern

You fell so far
You hadn't wanted to turn back
Throw yourself back in the waters of pleasure
Releave yourself with ****** intent

Have you realized how Satan has called you?
How you have been fulfilling his favours?
How abstruction has found its way into your life?
Have you realized you have let it?

Romantism at most and best a twenty hours high long and wide with hand to heart i stand and souls to mind so pleased to have to be mine. Let me.

Hope you havent insulted by the way of my habit to force the willed. Let me inside give power to hungry for love, with grace i am at most pleased.

Three steps to learn to teach to cry and dance the sad dance of gods i was called and thrilled first a little sting as pain turns to releave and stay pleased.

For a promise to be given all of everything to last the least a way to fall in love a chance to get addicted in line stone wise men breaking and crushing.

Drinking wine am told that brings death to ones it doesnt fear, am drunk to have what to put the blame on once the welcome is overstayed. Well be.