My boy lives in my pond The pond behind my house He whispers Whispers Whispers Sweet things to me My boy My boy My sweet dear boy Lives in my pond And tells me great tales Of his world beneath He is ghastly pale With dead hollow eyes Flesh decaying but I love him just fine My boy My boy My sweet dear boy Lives in my pond Behind my house Come he says Come join me and see The wonders around The wonders around me Don’t stray...

Adorn me with something sweet Love so strong, it leaves impressions  Impressions that even Heaven can not deny. Bless me with something that will make the angels envious So envious, their white, light fluttering wings pause in the air so jealous of what me and you have so envious that two souls intertwine in ways none can understand He gives me Something that catches my very soul Stuns even my breath and lets me drift int...

There is no autonomy I have little autonomy Beat me shatter me tell me what I am to do There is no autonomy Be silent for you do not know what you speak. Wait listlessly patiently namelessly without words without sounds Am I something? Can I be something? I am nothing. How surreal it must be to be free Actually free?  Fool. How foolish it must be to think we could be free On leashes, long leashes Eyes forward, unblinking...