oh so enchanted...

sweetly romantic...

garden of mine,

filled with smiles and lullaby lust

and

nightmares.

I just can't help it,

you're so beautiful.

If you forgive me for my sins

I promise,

I'll keep

pressing this thorn

with my thumb to my skin

bleeding ever so beautifully

deep.

Enchanted garden,

lust is lust and

sin is sin and

its all just lovely, you know.

The nightmares scream "Im sorry."