I lust...
But i know my book
And doomed by the greed of Macbeth
I fear passion and ambition
I tiptoe into this realm with curiosity
but stumble hopelessly by mans flaws
My quaking heart beats
Rushing to shelter
In a tormented state
Breaking out in a sweat
Afraid, vulnerable...
My head tells me to bare caution
Echoes of my fathers rank chasing after me
Putting my value in a showroom
Opening my spirit to possible sacrilege
Revealing my world
I love...
But there is no book
And doomed by the wonderful mysteries of the heart
I fear
Crouching in my shelter with my eyes closed
Thunder raoring from my chest
Darkened by the unknown
Misty paths that show nothing but the present
I see...
But i am blind
And doomed by love
I take your hand...
