I thought you too fine For a work of art, Nature was your creator, Though on reflection God In all his forms Was your omnipotent seer, And as God subsists not In all things But is merely a reflection... So all things contrive in Illuminating Your presence.
Where I see I conquer and I see your clothed body Stripped bare, Aching, heaving Against the chains That enmesh Your soul, Where torture's Freedoms only means, I'm no Catholic, but That guilt, and pain In my hands Can set you free . . .
Do you believe In dreams? Do you believe that life Can come To your wildest Fantasies? Do you believe that someone Who you don't know But have felt Since your first breath Can come into your life Instantly? And blow your mind Physically . . . I'll be damned If it isn't me.
It dawned upon me A thought I'd feared, yet Darkly desired; Time to put the tweed back On its hanger . . . Used though still Brand new . . . Back to soiled black Leather . . . Cold no matter how old The wrinkles In its skin . . .
Isn't it funny I could lay it all out Right before her . . . Every quip, scheme And maneuver In my little book Of tricks . . . Still it works Just like a charm . . . And isn't that The biggest trick Of all?
Her eyes Are like the flames Of a drone's strike - She set me on fire, too In my immolation I seared with hope And not pain Like they felt death I felt life, She took my soul, Theirs were Stolen away...
In her eyes I see life And wish... In the abyss They see death And pray.
My head is so fucked up Suffering Is the only thing That gives me Peace And everyday that pain Wears thinner And thinner, Until like an old leather boot Worn hardy And well... I feel myself Falling To pieces....
I could never capture Or obtain your beauty. Trying to explain Something unique In words so Common and plain, I would rather Let your colours Blossom and bloom Than hold the secret To that which makes you Flourish and grow