You leave me with a tenuous grip on reality
Clutching at mere threads of shredded sanity
Play your haunting song of strings
Teasing,taunting, tickling base responses
From the deepest parts of my mind
The parts that long to howl at the moon
Running swiftly through the shadows of my soul
Hungry and hunting the truth in the song
Wrestling with tantalizing tidbits
Scraps of fantasy sweeter than honeysuckle breezes
Thirsting for a taste of truth
Awash with the raging heat of frustrated desires
Ripples in my skin like rain on a lake
Rising ravaging rampaging through my thoughts
Chasing trails of nuclear passion
Until panting and spent I fall to my knees
Clutching at the meager threads of my sanity
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