I am your subject, your willing slave
With each tender stroke I\'ll learn to behave...

Its killing me slowly, this unending wait
To learn how it ends, just what is my fate...

Tear off these illusions, rid me of these dreams
Let me see just how it is, instead of how it seems...

Excise these emotions, cut away the cares
so that they don't rule my life, seal these gaping...

Anger builds, swell and grow
Sprays out at everything I know...

Stuck in a waking dream, each moment you're not...
I long for your uplifting presence, my one...

So what, if i buy you, the odd little gift
Of the things in the town, through which we do...

Cold fingers close around my heart,
stopping it mid-beat...

Each and every time i hear it
Leaves another painful slit...

How taunting is this day, which is meant for love
but to me another sign that I'm hated above...

I feel the reaper's sweet caress drift around my...
And feel that now would be the time that i should...

The beauteous view laid out before
The sight could make a dead heart soar...