In cold sweet sleep
There are no bad dreams
When you're down this deep
Wrapped in the arms on the ones who love
The company of one who comes from above
And it's a scene
That's so prestine
In it's tragical hold to be ripped from the ground
Soaked in the tears of the scared
In cold sweet sleep
Nothing is missed
You shiver
You quiver
I bathe you in the river
I bind you in leather and fur
You are the willful prisoner
Inbetween
These dreams
There are terrible things that can take you far too deep
Strapped in the harnesses of harm
Just to be kept safe and warm
And it seems exquisitly obscene
It's laughter slapping the smile off your face
Fearing the day that we came
You're longing and dreading were fully the same
You shiver
You quiver
I bathe you in the river
I bind you in leather and fur
You are the willful prisoner
Lying in a stream
Of unconcious screams
We are waters dark beauty
Plotting a course of eroticness
Silently swiming to a fatal kiss
And it's a scene
Of such unique mystique
In it's intriging well of blood love and fury
Upheld on the alters of pain
Confiding and biting
Here we go again
You shiver
You quiver
I bathe you in the river
I bind you in leather and fur
You are the willful prisoner
I bind you
I bind you
I am behind you
I blind you
I fold you
I will always hold you