Concealing Emotions

In Sheol am I
Help me please
My love
My passion
			for you
	not an insult
	a compliment
Need you
Must feed from you
			sangriento pasión
	no death for the marqueé
	bloom for the rose
			You
	hold my passion like a flute
			in your hands
	play the chords
Miles away
On a plane in the ethereal empyrean
In a lamp waiting for
			You
	to rub its side with your palm
	to invoke me forth from my boundaries
In my humanic shell waiting for 
			You 
	to exorcise my human nature
		which bonds me to torture
		which shakes the juices from my soul
	to wake me from my slumber with a kiss
	to unravel the enigma of my mind
Do
			You
	know the Muffin Man
		who went down Cherry Lane?
	know the Nothing, man,
		who came down Sunny Lane?

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