all her toil

I eagerly await, that hour of pleasure and pain Those remnants of a fruitful solace The picture of hidden cracks reassurance of a sane that exists Like a trembling moth I gape wide and clear at my fields of golden corn I eagerly await, my light and my death.

Emotionless How long did I think you could leave me that way I fail I fail But That unspoken word and that welcome embrace I'm taken To that island I didn't know I craved A new breath to call my own A new moment to help me survive I'm going into the unknown again Will you be there To let me come back Find you I may want to live...

I've been told that I would need you That it would be difficult to wriggle out of That you would have a way That it would be insane That it may not make sense really That it would be difficult That it would steal some here and there That it would be futile if it was That it would still make a lot of sense That it should be worth a try That it should not let it take me over That I should probably allow it to? That it could be interesting you know... That maybe - I shouldn't keep talking to myself!

Those smouldering sands I rage with the joy of a child I've known you and the thrills They call out to me again I want to race to time It was yesterday I'm losing again...