Well I wonder, do…
Do you hear me when you sleep?
I hoarsely cry, why?
Well I wonder, do..
Do you see me when we pass?
I half die, gasping…
Somehow still alive,
Fierce last stand of all I am,
Please keep me in mind.
Patience tempers devotion,
I make a solemn promise,
The tempest your emotion,
I weather for you goddess.
Anguish not my sacrifice,
For it’s not at all selfless,
By your side sits paradise,
Without you I drift helpless.
Without you I’m incomplete,
Longing to hear your cadence,
My dreams dark and bittersweet,
Learning to value patience.
Last night I dreamt that…
Just another false alarm,
… that somebody loved.
Last night I felt real…
No hope, no harm, false alarm,
…real arms around me.
So tell me how long,
This story is old I know,
Before the last one?
Deny me not companion,
I know you think me foolish,
To love with such abandon,
All other paths prove fruitless.
Go and leave a mystery,
To whom your heart doth belong,
Your beauty, your witchery,
For me it plays its swan-song.
Naught a hair of accidence,
What went right and then awry,
No devils trite impishness,
Your ruby lips would deny.
But Jesus hurt me,
When he deseted me, but
I have forgiven.
I was a good kid
Carried my heart in my hand,
Do you understand?
Why give me so much?
When there’s no one I can turn,
To unlock this love.
Parting such sweet agony,
A kiss left in time hanging,
Never to be part-of-me,
Tears in my heart left panging.
My heart I gave willingly,
All for you and none other,
Poked and prodded timidly,
And left alive to suffer.
Loved you more than stars-and-sea,
I’ll never go on hearting,
The tears I wept bitterly-
Won’t wash away your parting.
Coming, a force unrivaled,
Power that can’t be denied,
The world we know unravelled,
And then simply brushed aside.
What sits in place thereafter,
Of this none can be certain,
To try and court disaster,
But let not fall the curtain.
What waits beyond shambhala?
A love so pure and numbing,
To stay awhile, inshallah,
And know the waves are coming.
Upon our first rendezvous,
Our fated spirits meeting,
Whence our lips touch, dejavu,
However be it fleeting.
Your hand in mine homecoming,
Our fates forever entwined,
The tides of love succumbing,
By God and faeries designed.
To touch your lips transcending,
In our hearts a whole kingdom,
A world that is unending,
Shared pillow to dream upon.
These tears I’m wailing,
I spill not without reason,
My dearest love my…
Take me to the place,
Where the grotesquely lonely,
I’ve been dreaming of.
I’ve hung on, hung on
Please, please be mine dearest love,
For one hundred years.
Darkly Dreaming Demographic. 
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