Gently fondling the draperies alone
My mind, a shaking chamber of stone
Skin to bone may remain so prone
Falling from a worthless throne
Mirrors lead dimension to dimension
Yet I'm still lost within this obsession
Will I be free from this fatal attraction
It's hard to be seen while I'm in this submission
As my chin kisses the window pane
A thousand yard glance upholds my shame
I may do things most consider insane
Yet they've no idea who I'd love blame