beaconcasting shadows of silent wisdomaccross your murky troubled waterswatching out for poor unfortuante soulscaught between heaven and hellin a purgatory made of thrashing seasif i jump into this wavewill you save me after?
cracki lie only for youdoes that make you happy?to know that youmy onlymy deceitful darlingcorrupted meturned me into youcreated a dark abyssso that you could hideand then everyonewould blame mebut don't worryi won't tellyour secret's safe with mebecause you're preciousyou set me freeinside my mindthese fourthreetwoonewalls are crackingkeeping this secretis making me achelike a drumhit too hardsplit down the centreand now crying outisn't the first thought the greatest?i heard that somewherefrom a friendnow long forgottenexcept they are creeping backdemanding my attentionjust like youthis is the price you pay for loss of control.
crematoriumis there any placethat i can goso that i can be leftperfectly alonethere is a placethat i can think ofit's entrance is heavenlya path leading awaytrees make gatesrefuse to openunless you know the perfect wayto edge betweensiddle throughthe silence is blissfulthe animals doth sitquiet in their slumberwhile you waltz likea gothic angelblack lace trims your bodyhair trails in wispsi wish i had your facemaybe i'll steal itwhile you aren't lookingand give you my own oneso that you becomethe ugly one for oncethere is a placethat i can think ofbut you have found itand now it's yoursuntil i become myself againand you leaveto take up residencewithin my mindenclosed within your bone cagefull of plush thoughts and dreamsyou'll come out soonwhen the time draws thin
musingsyou remind meof that hole in my soulthe one that was causedby the fallen treesitting in the sandcauses such thoughtslike the ones i often thinkwhile you are aroundif love were hatewould i hate you?andif sweet sugarwas bitter liquidwhich would ifeed you?if this life was endedand if this time was stoppedwould i thinksuch thoughts as these?
acaciai wonder ...do you knowhow muchthe world spinsjust for you?the flowers bloomblossom and closejust to see your faceshining and dreamingof places where peopleof all races and typeskneel before youkiss your bodytouch your faceand worship youi often wonderhow it isthat someone sobeautifulgracefuldeadlyas yourselfcannot open their eyeswide enough to seethat they are in the midstof everything they so desire.----the name acacia means 'naive'
sinfulcomemy loverwe'll sitalonein the sandclawing awayat what we knowis so very sinfulyou're much too youngfor me to loveand i'm far too oldancientfor you to wanti didn't ever ask youto do something baddid i?i didn't ever ask youto wrap me in the silkthat is your bodydid i?so none of thisis my faultif people find outyou can be blamedand i will wallowin pleasureable blissas i remember the textureof your glorius bodyi choose to ignorethe fact thati will be underheavy lock and keya sinful actrequires a sinful pactdoes it not?i'm surethat i can findsome other wonderfulsilk encased bodyto rival your ownwhile trapped in a cagecarved of sins.