I have stood for And witnessed Arm up with hand raised And a delicate finger hell bent Like a Pope placing compassion On an aging head While he weeps And tells his secrets To someone he should consider Only a man
Only a man
The nights have stood for it They had taken their stand With eyes of a moon A crescent In their part closure I was told they would weep as well
Salicity builds within this void; desire weeping and wishing, grieving the absence of total completeness. In my mind, this hyper want plays in monochrome, but I await this dream to be sated in technicolor. So avid and impatient; this fountain of ache wickedly seethes to be gifted with only your atonement. Wishing to be edging toward that final synergistic moment; creamed wishes and greed for completeness become deliciously blended.
Doubts are torn to shreds Emotions, the flames we feel Not much time, come closer I am addicted Give me a pulse to hear Less talk, fewer words I see you between the lines Yes is the only word I know apparently all this is love
Lighter, easier take-off This fire knocks down Harder, rougher And the darkness hides everything I will lose myself Anesthesia and Adrenaline Your euphoria fills me
Eyes hypnotize and command Helpless, I am helpless to resist All feelings in total are elevated ...