It is nothing of trust that I fear so much, nor the feeling
of the paralysing cold in my heart
Just a bruise that is as pure and as hollow as my affection
for you
You make an assumption of vengeance that has no intention to
end or any reason to start
Before you go you'll burst into tears say, you have no
reason to fade away,
Somehow I make you turn so blue

Well I'm sorry I pinned all my taunts and hopes on a cub
that is too young and hungry to fight
Too soon you too would learn the pain of loving me, needing
me back
Your skin tastes so sweet, I want you so bad but if I'll
consume you quickly the explosion will close in too tight
Too late, I'll get you caught in my web and you'll make a
perfect pattern for my Persian rug

The bigger my desire will grow, the bigger will my sin be
And one's torments will be multiplied in four
And oh, I know how much you mean to me
And how bad I want to set you free
But my pleasure grows to see you writhing, begging for more

I inflame you, and we are both set in a twisted fire,
swirling and turning all around like a nymphomaniac
hurricane
In a sweet despair to run a route and destroy everything on
our way
But it won't be long until we're to fall exhausted and we
too would kindle and burn
Both of us will taste the bittersweet taste of desiring in
vain
Both of us will regret ever meeting to the end of our days.



© January 2000