Cynics

Bestow My Desire

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My hands are bound, by the sound of a bell. A chime I cherish
and
respect. A divine song, played upon my chest and echoing
through
my soul. Not a voice, nor any angel can bring me to my knees
faster, then the softness of it's touch. Drowning my strength,
as
it turns into my tears. Weakness prevails as I'm swallowed deep
into trance. Whispering tones, emerge from my bliss. They
surround
my heart in gold. To only touch the physical side would lock me
in
for eternity.