Her, Night and Morning
Feels like a paradoxical destiny
My avenging angel dawning destroying
Turbulent thoughts and saving me
Honourable feelings within this man of tin
Tinged with self-deceiving habitual laments
In my cold sweat and regret
I can hear her voice my Hellish sentiments
Dismal critical thought all at once
Not even spoken, vivid psychological perception
Now confronted by the shadow of a me I hate
Something like Skywalker in the cave
Frantic grabbing at weapons of air
Her embrace stifles my violence
Can't attain that I crave
Smashing to pieces my own stunted malevolence
Need room to swing wielded spiritual hammer
A fleetingly glimpsed spectral possibility of vengeance
She shields does not yield here in my embrace
Where she's trapped in dreams too
I'm swallowed up in a crystal grave
Encased in glass above
Insensible to her fear
Yet aware of her dreaming distress
Into her nightmare heart-first I go
"I love you."
Transcending dystopian labyrinths of deceit
That much certain, true
Complete.
