Submission

Tired gaze, wild aspiration,
hail the art of submission,
It is customary to break tradition,
for me to bridge the gap
onto this world of obsession.
This universe that runs at parallel
this world of the unknown
This living, breathing, pulsating hell
this sad place I call home
Yet it is you I blame
Queen upon her throne
I exist desolately whilst you are like a stone,
You are so beautiful and cruel
Yet you are on your own
I call out to you,
As I’m withering away all alone,
My queen, my majesty, my everlasting.
My one and only true love!
Entice me
Fixate me with your chemical spell
As I forever burn
Burn in this opiate hell