Set Me Free
Relax my love, life is short
You are a Goddess of some sort
A subject only masters may make
A perfect specimen for me to take
May I compliment you on a body so grand
Now, please hold still while I sever your hand
They say perfection is in high demand?
And I may have found it, if all goes as planned
Don't look at me with those fearful eyes
In the end, everyone dies
Soon you'll find heaven up in the skies
Where angels will feed you valuable lies
Why can't I cut you? Why do I care?
I can't kill an angel so amazingly rare...
I cannot tear into your flesh so flawless
I cannot be this man so lawless
So runaway... and set me free
This is not the person I wanna be
Copyright © Jacob Mccullough | Year Posted 2010
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