You share my mind, as if you are in me,
Inside, within the deepest chasm of soul.
You steal my breath, as though your bare knee
Is put onto my weakened chest and throat.
Retaliation is futile, I know,
‘Cause every feeble move I make
You answer with a powerful blow,
So there’s no chance for you to take.
It pains, it hurts to be like this,
Yet something tells me I have not
To fight or struggle with what is
My seemingly tormenting lot…
I see your care, and fade away,
With all the ache that comes so wrong;
I watch my ills going astray
At gentle touch of fingers long;
And I see now all my mistakes,
All those atrocities I’ve done;
Have I still got what it takes
To be your man, my precious nun?
Visions of Lies
© Copyright: Белая Маска, 2013
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