Beautiful Tyrant

I can see the door It is not locked, nor is it closed But to leave this dungeon is impossible For my chains are strong These chains that bind us are not made by man, but by something much more sinister Oh but I long to be free Free from the dying heart Free from the abstract paintings that confine every beat and every thought Love did not mislead me, my own swollen desire for love was my conductor I've seen the love that could be A love so pure It could kill the hate in any heart A love so Luring That I Have become the fly in the web of fate Oh to be free I have requested death's presence But she also mocks me She tramples on what is left She's leaves me with a stillness A shortness of breathe But she never takes me She says my fate is not to die But to find the strength within the mind where the Devine resides So I wait and I wait Not to parish but to find a key that will unlock the clasps that restrict my freedom No I will not parish So I wait R.K.H