I lose myself, myself alone…
heart skips it’s beat with ease…
that useless pride…
surrenders in the breeze…
the lose of shame…
upon my luscious lips…
to bear the pain of losing…
woven heart of flesh and steal…
when will the rain cease…
and show it’s splendor in the breeze…
my memory still aches of stones to pass…
please pass with ease of fury…
my tired hands belong to rest…
upon my secret timeless crest…
that ghastly smile with luscious lips…
erase the haunting site of terror…
and bring some peace and words of grace…
to revel in the pleasant rain…
so I can lose myself again …