| Sweet Desolation |
| Chaste destruction inside my soul pounds ceaselessly inside my skull. A hidden mist before the truth that you have lain before me like a bloody sacrifce at my feet. When you invaded my life, you sliced my fingertips, and washed away my identity with my own blood. Oh Sweet Desolation, come to me! Consume me, but let me live. Oh Sweet Desolation, don't make me loose my mind, my life, my love. So I close my eyes, and I'll ignore the pain in my fingertips. I can feel the sweet caresses you make.... Oh Desolation, Sweet Desolation! Dont leave my sould in turmoil, don't leave me here alone when I've been with you for so long. My chaste destruction is the only thing that keeps me whole. My Sweet Desolation. Don't give me that rose with the thorns that draw more blood from my fingertips. Don't romance me, your words open scars that were once healed. I've lived in the dark with you. Shadows are what I came to know and love. But I can't see what you've done to me. Though I can feel teh pain, I don't see the scars, the cuts, the ugly harsh tattoos. I never see light, and I never see me. Don't pull back the blinds, I burn too easily. Or am I just afraid? You know. You know everything about me. You've never said you love me, yet I know you do. Because I know everything about you. I'd say, I saw it in your eyes, If you had eyes with which to see; and yet you watch me. Drifting into eternity, drifing into obscurity. Oh my precious Desolation, though you have no mouth with which to speak, I hear you comfort me. And I know you corrupt me. Tonight again, I'll try once more, to claw my way out of insanity; breaking my nails, not making a scratch in the walls that contain me. My mind is racing from thoughts that aren't my own, oh Sweet Desolation, my thoughts aren't yours to hold. Don't put the sweet words on the tip of my tougne. They burn me so I cannot speak again. I'd leave if I could. And you know me better than anyone does. Oh Sweet Desolation, wrap your arms around me, and hold me again, until the bleeding stops. -end (March 22nd 1999) |