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When the light is perfect The whores all look so beautiful Drowning in the perfumed sea Of love and lust and everything Weak flowers bending in the breeze Their blood red petals, fragile, perched Upon such spare and delicate frames As pure as lovers without names Like voices born within our dreams Drawn from our fading memories Spread open just like centerfolds So innocent they seem to be But they are only what we wish And only then until we've had our fill And otherwise they have no place Sa...

Bold lies like paint spew from my lips To enrich the gilded canvas of the man you think I am And, though a glint of truth by chance may mingle with the mix, The essential self and soul of me you'll never understand For the naked id is hidden beneath woven tapestries Knit from dreams and fantasies of what you'd have me be

A tiny candle etches shadows From the space within the dark As shapeless wraiths, sans partners dance And hope to leave a mark On simple folk who contemplate Only the simplest things Who cherish the little candle Only for the light it brings Alas, the shadows, they must weep For they know they cannot remain Forever here, their tears dry quick But ever after leave a stain

For he who dwells ever in shadow any light will bring temptation And who can judge the man who grasps at the last Ray of sunlight in the dark Even knowing in his deepest heart that this solace is forbidden He must reach out and touch that which Appears to emulate salvation But if when the luminescence succumbs to his greedy infatuation It becomes itself the darkness in him, thence Shall the blame be cast And so, though shadow covers over all his eyes can see, The light must be left to pursue ...

She spoke and the words were tendrils of fire licking my ears Waves crashing upon the shore of my soul She was electricity racing through my fragile circuitry Humming and popping with all the vital energy of a god on speed The blood like a million bulls ran through my veins in liquid cadence As my heart pounded a tattoo, the drums of the damned In that instant, a realization dawned; I no longer belonged to myself I was hers and she was mine and our spirits were one to the other enslaved Empty...