To Whom It May Concern:
By zeusdawg
To Whom It May Concern: I write this letter from inside No more to fear, nothing left to hide I've pledged to lead a lover's life But now I love my brother's wife What sin is this, that I commit? Perhaps I'll stop, and rest a bit I'm so confused, so much remorse I've done nothing for such a guilty course My conscience screams a voice divine I wonder for I have no crime Except to love, but here I start To tremble... I fear my heart For years it has been vast ignored Wanting to be called Master, Lord Waiting right in this place I sought Forbidden dreams, and playful thoughts My time is sinking treated live This crime is drinking me to drive The rest to lose their minds as well All evidence I find, I tell I don’t know why I act this way To prosecute myself today I find myself running from sins I’ve never done, while watching grins That follow me from place to place Such guilt I feel, and such disgrace I want to find the puppeteer And make his strings just disappear So when I look at you and state That lust is just a human trait And wanting is also okay No reason to destroy my dayStill in progress, maybe one verse to go... Written March 18th, 2002 © on Apr 13 2002 02:45 AM PST 0 • 1
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