You speak of barriers
that keep us apart,
but their foundation is feeble-
the doubt in your heart.
I tamper so lightly,
pulling those strings.
The pain is so strong-
the real enemy.
Around it I've walked,
the paths of your mind;
I've faltered with words,
but I never can find
the key to your heart,
what locks it away.
It's clenched in your fist;
you want it that way.
With roses, with blades-
through folly and strife-
You keep me away,
try though I might.
Rest, mercy, peace-
these things not me.
What I want is you,
so pain it shall be.
Pain, doubt, roses, blades-
Don't lull me to sleep.
I won't miss a moment
to sit in your wake.