Down a yawning pit, somewhere a sleeping panther weeps,
Inside a heart's ripping...oh but you burn me,
Cold, hot, freeze and boil,
I want you now; even though despise is what I seek.
Look the new moon is crying blue... Ah Gods..how you burn me true.
Goodbye, when is the time best?
Goodbye? When will you find rest?
Truth? Tell me, have you contest?
Deceit you spewed into my chest.
Love with Rancour, how dare you call me blest?
You vacillate with intent...
Hot, cold, freeze and boil,
Intoxicate me with strums of toil,
Twist me sober, my will... a rusted coil.
How you darkly inflame...
Your snares; killing me,
Your care; it's a rotten thing,
Walk away, walk away, come back....Please,
Take me, take me, leave me be.
Broken down, hollowed with the wound you have gorged profound,
The bolshie blaze is set... can't leave, too much lost to beget
This is how you scorched me, it is the how that should never have been....