And with your permission I will now bear.
The form of an angel whos skin is not there.
And drift to your window to greet midnight air.
To seek out the vision of a maiden, so fair.
My lens - the blade - so delicate, sharp.
It cuts away clothing, and reveals her heart.
Her fight is for nothing, and yet it remains.
To feed my own passion, obscured by her pain
The moon is just frozen, forever it wanes.
This image shall haunt me for all time to come.
Down with the arc of a setting grey sun.
On paper and film she chose to retire.
Her soul is now stolen, posessed by a liar.
She swims in the water of deepest cold black.
Eternity's caught her and won't give her back.
Her image like amber, preserved is so fine.
Transparent this resin, which hardens with time.
She's placed on the shelf for all to admire.
Forever I'll keep her, to quell my desire.