my poor lover arrives at my door
i hope she comes in blind or sexually sore
’cause i am guilty, my clothes on the floor
and not hers among them, ’cause i needed more
i shook the evil down, from the cave in my mind
i let lose the demon i kept hidden for a time
born with another voice that stifle so deep
it scares me to hear it, i lose sight of everything
i still affiliate with the whims of my youth
when i held many other girls with a heart so aloof
i grew to never lose with i feared to become
and it’s part if reflection i had missed when we begun.