Fair Lady
The wind dances in your curly locks
And trapped with them are fragments of my dreams
...
I find you in everything that i see
You are so much like the air
Wrapping me around your fingers, invading
...
Innocence
Your innocence
as fine as silk
I ripped off
from your fragile soul
Rape I guess
And I basked as I violated you
grinning every inch away
but as I found
and left your core
I was blind
I did not see
the flicker of your darkness
i became a prisoner of freedom
i guess, i should have
Never
violated you
in any manner
My fault, i guess
that your womb is afraid
to concieve love
for me.