Post by Muni on Sept 24, 2008 20:28:28 GMT
May I place you on a pedestal?
To recognise the fashion in which you mire me
You can turn your head,
And with the flick of your hair
I can no longer move
May I be in your presence?
You are my innocent among sin
And only light within a personal darkness
I have not submitted to the force draining light
For I would no longer be able to serve
May I hear what you can see?
The visions that enter my mind do not fade
They fight through my eyes
And burn their endlessly twisted images
Into the back of my fragile skull
May I link my arm with yours?
A bond be forged that only decades or death may break
Nothing is too much for you
And she said; who had been so seductively tentative:
‘I love you, but’
That was the first time I died
To recognise the fashion in which you mire me
You can turn your head,
And with the flick of your hair
I can no longer move
May I be in your presence?
You are my innocent among sin
And only light within a personal darkness
I have not submitted to the force draining light
For I would no longer be able to serve
May I hear what you can see?
The visions that enter my mind do not fade
They fight through my eyes
And burn their endlessly twisted images
Into the back of my fragile skull
May I link my arm with yours?
A bond be forged that only decades or death may break
Nothing is too much for you
And she said; who had been so seductively tentative:
‘I love you, but’
That was the first time I died