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Tis your skin which burns

Come dream tonight in  my bed.

Where the shame you keep shall lie down.

Tis your mind which burns.

Come dream tonight in my arms.

Where the infant you keep shall lay; beside you strangled.

It's fine, the soul never drowns in dreams...

But exhaustion will keep you near.

Subversion, rape could care less.

A baby naked, shattered and empty, it's nothing...

Give to me that which is mine, jewels that fall silently

Tis but the melodies of my sacred abyss.

Laying still and silent waiting for no man. Come near, find the melody---erotic, lay down...

It's fine, night will soon come.

But fear will keep in my arms...