Smells so intoxicating
Part of your design
Looks so breathtaking
Path to my demise
The caress of flesh
So warm, yet so cold
The meaning behind
Is empty and devoid
Simple acts of kindness
With open interpretation
An open path to my sin
Or the terror of my mind
Your hair of radiant strands
Feeling your soft touch on
My softly quivering hands
Makes everything else so clear
As the memories fade
And slowly wash away
And a solemn teardrop
Withers away to die
Whatever may break the chain
Be it my friend or my foe
Eternally bound to you I am
And a downward spiral to hell
Don't take my... Soul!