Snow Covered Glass

I am all you see below you my dear,
A ball in my mouth, oh I know your thoughts!
You wish I would do this to you, but fear,
Lies and pretenses shield your horrors wrought
By my lack of innocence, my excess of age!

You can be frank with me, my little dove,
You desire liberation, I desire;
Amusement, but do you believe in love?
I didn't think so, well maybe your fire
Can burn away your purity without my poison?

Lack of imagination! Come and see.
Drip your soul where angels fear to wander;
I am your new religion, bow and confess,
That I will own your soul a lot longer
Than even your pathetic and quivering life.