Scorn

I parish and nobody will know<br>as my mouth remains still<br>my heart awaits me, filled with gravel<br>as the pain grows with each touch<br><br>since I marked her out from my tower<br>reality focused through forbidden lenses<br>she owns enough of preciousness<br>a penalty given by the source<br><br>but I still have no choise through <br>the hinderens freighten<br>a labarynth closing at the edge of space<br><br>but they never allow<br>sheґs shut....for all beings but one<br>I give, I scorn, I treath