In the dark, I wept
while rope choked my wrists.
My blood flowed over golden sands,
to be washed away by the Celtic Sea.
No one saw;
no one came.
In the dark, I sobbed;
my stare fixed on the blood-stained moon.
With each thrust, I begged for the end.
No one heard;
no one came.
deceit drained our desire to flower
where your love left me exiled
your arms, like carved oak, protected me
in a moment of fantasy
where your love left me exiled
and caressed my ache to be loved
and caressed my ache to be loved
we knew neither compassion nor remorse
in a moment of fantasy