poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Valéry
Fare-Thee-Well/Nature of the Beast
Ghost of your voice,a whisper of your touch
The nature of the beast controls our animal lust
Barbwire tongue unleashes its dire threats
As my sanity is crushed under your cruel farewell
Under lock and key, I've restrained my mind
I've refused to see,
That I'm better off blind
The pain of your betrayal is neverfading
You cast me to the winds, with the torment of you saying:
You shall never be free
Always by me
I will never let you go
It will always be so.
Ghost of your voice
Nature of the beast
Speak with a barbed tongue
Crush under your feet.
Farewell to thee
Can't tame my roaring mind
Under lock and key
But maybe I'm just blind.
Neverfading, this dream of mine
Cast it to the winds
Beneath the sands of time.