Saturday, July 4, 2009 at 7:06pm
i feel like standing on a great horrible quicksand
and there's no grip for my hand
it gulpes me with no concession
queasy thought gets me frustration
it chains me with compulsion
it saddles me with compunction
the gloom holds me tight
i doggedly fight
but you handcuff me with your passion
and you fetter me with your devotion
my heart pumps fast
i push at full blast
i go against the grain
i don't care if that makes me in pain
i will take it if that what i obtain
but you nourish my body and soul
and you cuddle me when i start to howl
you hear me when i yelp
and you're always there to help
so to you, i shall apprise
that i will give you myself as a sacrifice
because it's only in your peaceful embrace
i can find my comfort and solace
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