The closer I am, the farther you run
This plague ridden lust
Touch the flesh; leave the mind undone
Is it too much to ask
A small peice of your heart
A light into this tunnel black
You touch my flesh, and I fall apart
Does it make you worry
Does it make you tremble at my kiss
Knowing I want more
Knowing I need more than this
The longer we play this charade
The darker your shadow becomes
The colder you turn
The less I succumb
Man of mystery
This facade you've donned
Cannot mask your fear
It swims in your eyes
And drips from your blood
So I'll sit here on this side of the beveled glass
For the closer I am, the farther you run
I'm tired of this plague ridden lust
Don't touch my flesh; leave me undone
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