in all you do, all you want is more it's all that you want to feel no, no-one but yourself knows quite well of the shadow you convey but to me, your darkness rolls on and reaches for my throat i don't wish to know and yet i pervade your entire soul i cannot cower to your consciousness and this is my own fucking time i'll wield against you cold fucking steel you'll swallow bitter fucking reparition if you ever fucking lie to me cold as stone in mid-December my wrath more sure than even i remember nothing ever fades, it just blows away without clinging to my own pain i have nothing left by which to try to gain control and i am gonna die before you ever get let in again you cannot intercede; you cannot repossess; your attempts to dis-typify yourself to me will fail unless you get on with your curséd life and get on with your sordid deeds under some other planetary sky i want no intervention, i want no earthly thought; i'm dedicating every breath to hate and sorrow and luck for naught. will you choose me again, if i gave the second chance? or would you merely go on your way with your exemplary ignorance? your existence may seem futile, but my twisted love finds new season in its cause for extended vindication of its condemnation of your treason i have found great humour in the rumour of your attempts to hide now that you finally know your solipsistic counterpart will always be denied i saw you leave before the denouement, left them hanging in the spires; early death made by the realisation of the evil in their desires i don't need no modern love [spoken:] i think of all the things that i don't need i think of all the stars that might not shine, that we just can't see... it depends on light speed. and there are other things-- other kinds of speed that i rely on. it's the speed...the quickness of the heart that hardens... like steel. and it takes me away from any feeling i've ever felt... and it takes me away from all the chaos.

my energy goeth, before it stops; like the streets i can never get in your way never impede passage, but carry you on-- persist in my nonexistence to assist you obliged and resigned by my very nature to ride beneath your feet obliged and resigned by my very nature to ride beneath your feet into the earth you guide your force; like the mist, i can only envelop you opaquely conceal who you really are-- but around you, the world is changing if illumined by the sun i am driven from you further forever exiled to a world in which you cannot come if illumined by the sun i am driven from you further forever exiled to a world in which you cannot come i cannot hear you; do you or don't you want to? will you or won't you stay with me? i cannot hear you; i cannot be so bold. will you or won't you stay with me? i have consecrated my whole life to a ghost i cannot qualify my desires with any spoken word i shrink from the slightest sign of recognition i fade at the sight of the first shadow to fall like the sun i shine, shine passively, passively on you like the mist i lay low, transparently apparently round you like the streets i'm paved over and over, so in some way i may lay beneath you and so you may seem to tread an open road-- but what is it really, but that? it's almost time... we're running out of what's left-- so decide, if you will, before i fade back into the shadows of dusk; so decide, if you will, before i change back to the blackness of dust.

unseen augmentation settles on my spine; your hand feels like an untamed sea, with waves that rise to greet me and i am so far away; stranded amidst shrinking grains of sand i am aiming in silence to absolve and solve my pain in the morning, lay and envision madness in the noon-time, guess where the stars may be in the shadows, walk alongside intuition in the moonlight, try to remember me unblistered heels, passing through cemented forest the reality of my world fades, it flickers like a picture dimming into a newfound scene; a strange, metallic metaphor-- an antiquated daguerrotype laying broken on the floor and so she walks through the gate, looks over the Italian fields-- she walks away: "Rosa aurata...like a line of poetry." he'd grown them in his garden it had been written there it was once hidden there the secrets bidden there upon your fair brow, lie-- the worries lie, lie... the worries lie.

and i walk back down, but i can't slow down and i walk back down, but i can't slow down... you could imagine, my feelings grew but like everything else, you knew; and i never even paid attention to that thing you do, but i can't slow down, cos even that now pulls me towards you just the same and i've just given it all away without thinking of the consequence i'm just walking down the side of the road on your life i've been given, given one more chance to throw myself into oncoming traffic... every night that i come home and you're not on the stair-- you're not there, but i still hear every word that you said i once lived by whatever you said and i once loved whatever you said you made it so hard just to hear myself. and they never saw--so i don't talk but i feel like you're still staring me down it's not emptiness but certainty which drags me on we went down to your only love and from there you helped me up and your one desire, oh i'm not gonna say cos if you could, as if you could as if you could, as if you... and i know things are over in the ownership days but i still feel collared when i'm caught in your gaze i've never said it, but now that you wait, inside i'm a hurricane that never abates and i've never said it, but now that you wait, inside i'm... ah, it's like fire, it's like war, it's like a storm that breaks down the door my soul is not empty; my blood owns no rage despite all the years i've waited to be claimed as yours the air now less oppressive, my dreams reclaimed as before, but still there's no celebration on that serpentine shore because i don't know which grain of sand hides you away oh, your son inside; my son as well a new secret enrapture that we could never sell i've tried many times to get myself gone, but yet time spends itself going on... you'll never know how much i've fallen away from insane senses of you

all i have are restless thoughts such as these they singe, and they burn without fail and smoke may rise, but it's never black as night there is only rain on far-away plains out sight may all be lost, or be it found, or buried hidden within the ground; despite all secrecy, i'll still somehow be around and there's always time for you through portals strange we go though untrue trials ourselves we may come to know i'm always riding in late, however you're forever waiting-- is it on me, or some other? and you should never tell. all your races run have not been in vain all of your smiles never to sides lain for long unbroken has been the spell of silence are you cold or distant? do you feel or cry? are you really simple? do you rise or fall? do you rest or sigh? do your wishes alight? does your shadow align... all i have, all i am, all you are always here, i'm always thine, you're always mine i'm always here, you're always mine, always thine always here, always thine, always