Closing In

Where there used to be a wax candle

Blowing in the rhythm of a mind inside a man

Working in the shadows of a midnight land

Where words were sealed with feathers on

Rough papers like a symbol of the present

Madness and its demand this absence

Is more than

I can handle in lack of a

Seveninch candle desperately waiting for a

Woman to abuse me and amuse me with sharpened

Fingernails thorns in modelled trance

I would like to crawl underneath your

Skin revel in forbidden and ferocious

Sin touch your breath feel the

Satisfaction there is nothing like a stunning

Piece of nighttime attraction we would

Bring in some species of nature if you

Were closer now throw them right

Across this room if you were closer now the laws no words upon our lips

If you were present now celebrate our

Presence until now

I feel you're closing in somehow

Join in the mysteries of heaven

Miserable optional doors maybe sell

Our fortune to a devil on the way

Abusement that turn us into slaves

A song about the words so commercially

Despised prostitution trapped them in a

Corner of my life lines

Though I know a place where

They still can be written down and

Blossom like only spring can do when winter

Has been around

So come with me and

The pleasures of mine we'll walk the

Drawn fields expose the secrets of life

There is no simple desire

Only harvesting of your rare fruit

To many words

I cannot put words to

To many movements

I cannot hide