The bottom of the stairs

The stairway beckons me, calls me to your room. so far to go to be out of this blinding gloom, You call to me, You scream my soul You grasp me by my principles in the fierce grip of a dhole I'd give you my wants. I'd give you my desires. at the low piedmonts I wait, you in the spires of your untouchable beauty of your strangling eyes I am bound by an insatiable duty To only stare at your skies to wait at the bottom of the stairs Still, the stairs call bading me to come every single one, too tall miles high and then some Like sirens they sing to me Begging me to come inside As I ascend the first step They pull me under the tide So instead I wait. So instead I listen. alone with my fate hearing your voice glisten... You take in your hands my heart which you set upon the girandole and set a fire to start catching the melted wax to mold. as I wait at the bottom of the stairs. Every second the flight grows whisking you farther away the chatter of demons flows steadily keeping me at bay they protect you, these things creophagous, from my unworthy glance I'd destroy you with my awful lust, if they gave me half the chance But lust have I no longer, love is what I crave from you still they see me as a monger my seclusion long past due So I watch as you grow more distant breath comes in ragged heaves Then you're gone within an instant silent like the falling leaves leaving me to wait forever... at the bottom of the stairsdohle :: severely carnivorous violent mammal - piedmont :: the foot of a mountain - girandole :: ornamental candle holder - creophagous :: flesh eating Written December 1st, 2001 © on Nov 30 2001 03:26 PM PST   0 • 10