Passing through the gates of indifference
It is no easy task, for Hercules even.
Huge ghommids of distrust are black-spectacled
Putting on blood-experienced mafia suits
Ready to rip out the unsilenced guns
Making me not unafraid.
I have passed through the Assassin's Academy of love
I have been trained to be a hit man of persuasion
I have practised on many, even my teachers till I subtly erased the line
I have been an ace in the battle of hearts
I have never lost my self but then
I have never met you, not even someone like you.
Now as I approach the castle
I see the moat in fore-sight,
That slimy moat of friendship
Therein is fluid clear but not friendly to love
Liquid that keeps in the rut
Quicksand that wants more but rejects more.
I have managed to get past the guards called Distrust,
Not using force but forcefully bargaining.
Laying all on my sword to be seen
Not hiding the sharpness of it but showing the sparkle of stones in its handle
Making it known that I am bad
Not to them but will be for them; becoming their friend.
Now friendship! Friendship!
It is dangerously nice to be a friend
To be trusted and known but hiding.
I don't want it, I don't want you,
I want more, I want us
Only total honesty will lower the gangplanks.
Now I stand at the great doors
My heart beating but my lips fleeing my teeth
As the WELCOME guards slide open the door
And I step in to join my princess.
