I long to be perfect
But I'm consumed with shame and guilt.
I see what's before me
Yet I only feel what's real.
Can I overcome my own destiny?
How do I change my fate?
Love is only a diversion.
My life is at stake.
I crave your acceptance.
Yet I receive your contempt.
I digress once more.
My life is already spent.

Like an avaricious vulture
She feasts on his soul
She stands before him
His demon, his woe
His heart forever wounded
All love now in vain
She caresses his ego
And only hatred remains
She begs of him more
As he releases her hand
He can no longer hold her
He is becoming a man
Yet again she returns
And although he knows
He still holds her near
His demon, his woe

In my heart
I feel a sweet melody.

Albeit, playing a little off-key.

Deep, insightful dreams
Do awaken me

And disturb
My sweet insanity.

No love, for which I do seek
Can remove the remnants
Of sweet animosity.

Playful moods disturb my reverie
And all succumb
To my blissful idiocracy.