ooh ooh brown eyed boy

if you were in

my tortured dreams

to reach a hand

to me,

and pull me out

of burning womb

in hastened


id know your face

in darkened night

where dizzied girls

go blind,

and feel for hand

with strength to hold

in frenzied piece

of mind.

and when in light

i saw your eyes

and felt their sacred pain

id see in them

strong lost sweet prince

in wait of blessed rain.

so hold on tight

in darkened cave

im shackled here as well

and wait in time

for earths sure tilt

in pained release

of hell

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