I'll not leave this serenade Of loneliness, Leaving dripping tears Upon the hollowness of my stare. You can draw the blinds closed To comfort me, Though I'll remain To hold close the pain, The holes That are shattered marks on my heart. I'll not drown my grief In a greater belief That I can lift myself to see the sun, For the moon seems brighter. I'll not face the unknown, Because I crave Where I am alone, In this circle of disease. I aim to please Myself, in the searing cauldron Of my endearing pain. It is all I possess. Let me get undressed To its fabulous moment, For the currents of passion Shall always entice.