There was a moment
When Sorrow crept down
Raw, deep, unkempt and unbound –
Upon your snow white linen skin to wrap her arms around
To provoke from cold, to warm, to singe –
Her purr like a liquor do-me right now, then… let me do you in…
She rained on you in a torrent
As you prayed you would be drowned
Fascinating pain, minus the superficial sound
Soft silken gestures seducing tolerance; Unbound
Fetish murmurs kissed your sins
While your pores drank her in
Down on your knees
You murmured… lover
She, who was unlike no other
Pearl-weathered wings, so soft, to smother
She, such desolation could reveal –
Each minuscule, aching, soulful seal
Your seraphic face turned upward
A dreamy offered being…
Eyes open but not seeing…
Losing control is freeing…
Such a lovely affliction that you could never spurn
Sorrow – your addiction – even as you burn
So pure and true
Your obsession with her haunting
Every scar you’re flaunting
While she keeps on taunting –
On your way to ruin
You still spin, then swoon…
There was a moment
When Sorrow crept down
Raw, deep, unkempt and unbound –
Upon your snow white linen skin as you knelt on the ground
And there as you kneeled
Your truth was revealed
As she swept you with her pain
You held your scars out
Hoping she’d erase your doubt
Rip away from you loves drought
This reverent offering
Was worth bothering…
In this valley
Demons deeming, Saints sainted…
All this Sorrows overrated
Your precious heart she has tainted
Yes she’s familiar, warm and cozy
But without those glasses not so rosy
Peel her from your skin
Drown the evidence in all this rain
Of when you ran naked and unashamed –
Wept 5 seasons of insane
Until the village cast, from sacred scrolls
A spell to give you back control
Remove the oppressor of your soul –
Waste your life on better things of which your bell could toll
Theater of Sorrows 