yearning, yearning, yearning
running my hands through the folds of Delirium.
i\'m not one for wearing my Heart on my sleeve
i\'d much rather wrap it with pearls
around my neck
laid amongst the sheets
and told my Silence is beautiful
as if i have Never been more than a patterned bedspread
trimmed with lace and - Compliance -
so when i pull back my skin
and find you in hiding
I Will - pin you to my headboard
and leave no further trace.