metaphor

 

my voodoo powerful...

darken my love
feel my pain speak
guilty in need I surrender my faith

bidden to come
I enter the noise
looking for the silent storm within

there I find you calculating
I watch you intently
you don't notice me there

I am a wisp of smoke
rising as incense
a prayer to the eternal metaphors
to withhold the dawning of want

inside the sacred vow I am
chanting on the winds
you hear me
seeing my face your soul stirred

I am the keeper of visions
seek the way of fate
don't let desire be your undoing