Behind another door Hidden from my gaze Demons spin the threads Of what may soon become my fate Someone will save this soul Or will they sully it? What shards of hope remain? I dare not speak of it. For fear of releasing it. The night mutates into a grotesque beast Its weight on my back, its claws in my flesh The wind licks the nape of my neck like death The evening’s black hands caress the slope of my breast Fate release me! Behind another door The hope of solace remains This dream made mockery By all your petty games And if I choose this door What weight the consequence? I anticipate the sin That yearning of the flesh Someone please save this soul Or at least comfort it What right have I to grieve I’m just like anybody. The night mutates into a grotesque beast Its weight on my back, its claws in my flesh The wind licks the nape of my neck like death The evening’s black hands caress the slope of my breast Fate release me! The moment mutates into a grotesque beast Your weight on my chest, your claws in my back. © 2004 eveghost
