A poem of a romantic woman in a rushed, non-loving world |
Despair Why clean the mess? Only to have a bigger one tomorow... What's the point of making it right? Its going to be wrong tomorow... Too sweet for reality Too romantic for truth Help me take the pain away... Teach me your ways of immortality Is it wrong to love the darkness? Is it wrong to want to be with you? Take my soul away from this personal hell Teach me the ways of immortality Frantic and alone, this is who I am Keep me in your castle Save me from this pain Take me to the place I used to love Wings of glass and skin of porcelain Fragile to my deepest core My soul only rests in shadows... Take me to your castle of protection My heart becomes yours, If my soul you wish to keep Take me to the place of my childhood dreams Where I played in shadows, Bathed in despair Loved only by the dolls... That take my dreams to you Saved only by the sadness That I knew so well Lace and ribbons Bathed in sweet blood Darkness becomes you, You have said to me But what do you love about me? The black feathers That signify our pennance? The single black ribbon That adorns my collar, a solitary sign of my link to you? Or the shapes in my dress, Meant for your pleasure? The stroke of a pen on paper To tell the truth To face reality To clean the mess I've made... I have failed not you, But myself I havent been wrong To love you so deeply But I have exceled at all And failed at life Now I will make it right |