The Return of PassionThe Return of PassionBlank/Free2-10-116 stanzaspassion stung mefor the first time in ayear decade lifetimewhile.i was awakened fromthe inside outand the ocean . . . itb r e a t h e d on my scars.passion stung meand it hurt like the s c r a p eof emotion after emotion after . . .trying to moldmy old
You Versus YouYou Versus YouBlank/Free2-6-119 stanzasyou're spontaneous enoughto hurl me into the very pitsof a hell that burnt my bonesyou're dragging me there:to the very edge of disasterwhere the bitter flowers growyou nearly push me downinto flames and deadly currentsand i'm so afraid of the dropbut on a simple coin's turnyou pull me back and hold meclose in your arms - safe therewhispers so loud: "you're perfect"you say i'll be forever yoursand yet i'm dangling by threadsmy urge to build higher pedestalsfor the trophy holding my handcan't overtake this new mindi am not a doll - i won't take thisand i will not be tortured soto watch you tear my limbs from meand i won't turn in independencefor love that could perpetuatethrough the ages - for all timeand in a game of tug-of-wari am the rope: it's you versus youso who's going over the edge?