Listened to the wind blow outside my window
watched the shaft of moonlight slice through my blinds
cutting through the darkness that lies between us
your skin reaching for heaven with its ethereal glow
You've come to me before tonight
whispered damnations into my wanting ear
as I lay awake and listened to the wind
never really certain you were near. . .
I've thought at times you were Salvation
come to save me from myself
Instead you offer only confusion
and a stark portrait of my immoral mortality
But even with my eyes closed, you know I can see
the way you slither through the moonlight
the minds eye is picture perfect when it comes
to embracing the shadows of your night. . .
I've never really felt that I would make it to heaven
the faith can't find its place within my soul,
only a seed that can find no purchase
but oh how you can make that damnation grow.
Angel, dark angel, guardian of my vice
I finally understand this game we play
flesh is forbidden. Forsaken.
meant to be forgotten once we die.
You've come to me to remember
and to show me what it is to be Taken. . .
© 1998 Dan Nielsen, all rights reserved
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