Your great collection of vinyl.
It is your own attire.
Room's painted with acryl.
It is my suppressed ire.
Your gave me yet another drill
By the electric fire.
In hopes to develop a skill
Of plausible liar.
Your dear place has far too much frill,
Outside there is barbed wire.
You like the melody of trill,
Nice voices in the choir,
Along the calming sound of quill
And a piano wire.
Did you ever hear horror shrill?
When living rights expire?
Do you possess just enough will
To set my soul on fire?
What should I do that you could kill
In rage out of desire?
I went outside to play with Jill
A mere half hour prior.
Lunch of salad with pickled dill.
Bypassed a black friar.
When will you finally retire?
Do not get mad. You chill!
And give me that pocket hair dryer.
One hundred dollar bill?
Please, there's no need. There is no dire
Emergency. So chill!
Pass me my magic happy pill,
You're elegant esquire!
In a prison cell I dwell most every day
And for a miracle I pray:
Gods of time, Lords of reason
Defy yourselves and commit treason
My years are many
The baggage of my past is heavy
Disregard what`s in me evil, don’t deny me merit,
Else heaven I am sure not to inherit
The dam of my moral will is bursting
The waters of my passion are churning
I am the victim and I am the criminal
I am the prison and I am the prisoner
I am the master and I am the slave
I am innocent but I am to blame
For this flame that set my house on fire
Awakening a dreadful desire – a slumbering beast
Starving, craving for flesh - a presumptuous predator,
A heat seeking animal, locked on body temperature
Behold the moth, plunging into suicidal fire
My true will and nature it`ll transpire