Oh, set thy on the stage,
For this Passion play
Thou art so much darker than I realized.
And much more guilty than I perceived.
Will there ever be,
One who is my light, not my shadow.
One who walks in brightness, not the night?
I may be your undeniable desire
How wilt this weak love hold ye back
When mine eyes and cheeks be just as beautiful!
Darkness!
Sweeping beneath the door to my mind!
Swirling, coughing, choking, consuming
I thought you were the warmth from the sun!
What is this sin I feared be bound to come?
Arching, giving way
No end to this guilty game
Who be the leader of this dance?
Who was first to touch and take chance?
Rubbing, running,
Claws scarring into memory
Even with whispers caressing skin,
Its too late now to ever forget me.
Lonely hand on lonely hand
Stained lips to stained skin
Asking to be held, becoming trapped
Passion unwinding, a course unmapped,
Everywhere to fall nowhere to land
Running yet craving just one man.
How dare ye to covet and still resist!
Snatch thine fill; I crave the sinful kiss!
Thou brown eyes upon these broken ones
Only yearning, only deceiving every touch...
Then leave me exposed on the theatre floor
The performance over, the love no more.
Thou t'was the lead role in this all along
For if I were to show suffrage, it'd be in a song.
