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What she has. What I crave.
written by Genocide Reaper10:24 AM 3/5/05Such tenderness in her touch.
I'm clasping my finger tips around her beating heart.
This is the start.
She'll soon surrender as she falls apart.
When she sleeps.
I'll be in her mind, it is her nightmares I shall reap.
Tipping over the hourglass.
Time has no control anymore, in the end we all pass.
It doesn't matter anyway.
All that matters now, is my way.
I'll have her if it kills me.
If I trip into torment I'll gladly keep going further.
Deeper into her head I will wander.
Maybe I will be lost forever.
Searching for the mystery within.
Though I refuse to leave her darkened dreams, I must win.
Even if saving her is a sin.
Even if I have to pay the price of burning in this HELL!
Sweet serenity in her grasp.
Seldom am I tempted to throw it all away.
But for this, with her, I would do it any day.
In her clutch she has the secret for which I thirst.
She is holding peace of mind.
Its like a grape on the vine.
In my reach.
A soft touch is needed so I don't make a mess.
If I lose it now.
I'll sink back into the darkness and to despair I shall be forever bound. |
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