The Face of My Innocence
The face of my innocence, I was lost.
To know your face, and your true shade
To feel your lips, and to be bade
To praise the night, to praise my unknown faith
Must I sure find a way? To infest the wound
Inside the wound, that draws me near
And cries my name, and feeds my presence
I am here!
I long for one piece with
I cry for my peace is in you
Inside the wound I hope to find
The essence and presence of you
Inside the wound I wish to learn
The art of fucking you
After the reasons came and went, and swept across
The face of my innocence, I was lost
Inside the wound, that draws me near
And cries my name, and feeds my presence
I am here!
To know your face, and your true shade
To feel the lips, and to be bade
To know your face, and your true shade
To hide in here, in this place
I long for one piece with
I cry for my peace is in you
Writer/s: James Malone