8/28/06

She sings her tune of life without me

So dark and cold in sight and touch

Much is her demands not able to attain

She loves like no other has loved the others

Mothers shield their sons from this angel of darkness

Virgins tear at this lovely state of gloom

We speak, I touch, she feels nothing so emprty

Unwanted I feel, I leave, I sob

Untouched the angel of darkness appears in dreams

I wake up and realize what she needs

My angel sweet angel is not so free

She is chained, sworn to slain

So easily she kills, without effort she thrills

Her task at hand, slaying the lamb

Sworn to darkness is she

As she desires to get free