• every night its someone new
    a face shrouded in black
    I don't hear his voice, i dont see her eyes
    i just lose my self in bliss
    never knowing why

    I find myself waking up cold and hurting
    my body protesting my movement
    yelling for rest

    but i dress and work and i repeat my day.
    always someone new
    always some unknown face
    or unfamiliar touch

    i see the light but yet can not reach it
    i see the darkness and i embrace it
    with me there is no yin and yang
    with me is all turning towards yang
    welcoming him as a lover but fearing him as a friend
    every night it repeats
    every morning i cry myself to sleep