He gives me everything the security you could not, strong and supple beside me smooth as darkness. Sober-eyed and optimistic sees me as I am, alone everything I wanted, now, yet I search for something more. Grappling for more in the red tinged nightmares that haunt me crimson burning, am I alive? What is a stranger's kiss to security and love's sweet bliss? what is it about the pursuit I love so well? The forbidden altar upon which I feast, partaking of another's nectar, why is the honey sweeter? Daddy, everyday I become more like you the quiet passive agression, rotting stewing beneath your purple haze I am your daughter, I am. (c) 2001 by (++)Laura(++). All Rights Reserved