I have awaited a day,
when I would meet someone so kind...
In the barren darkness of night,
Spirits surface from beneath...
I.
Penance marks down my soul's notches...
Everything draws into itself,
as the city floats upon the fire...
It is your touch I must resist;
I struggle in your cold embrace...
My heart beats full of sweet sap and pure honey,
it doesn't beat for the lust of freshly printed...
Out of this pain and torture of my cries.
Is only my tormented life your prize...
Always, constantly.
Looking, for the better me...
Where all is lost and dreary.
My countless thoughts aren't nearly...