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.