Discourse Between a Man and His Soul

I look back on the books of my life I've written so well

Father, I fell

Father, I fell

For coveted girls and the sins that follow them

I have loved and laughed enough for half a battalion of foes

But nobody knows of my inner demeanour but thee

Nightmares, slink in their dark lairs

Thinking of plots where

Everything rings with the sting of depravity

As thou have seen I have not always danced on the edge of the world

I have oft lost my mind

In labyrinths, blind

And broken my bread with the flies

I just don't want to die

Without thee by my side

Sated and beautiful

I will struggle with keys at the gate

Never a saint, far from decency's grace

True to my heart

Bearing off-the-chart latitudes

Father, I fell

Father, I fell

A reckless rakehell with misdeeds that still honor me

I see now that beauty held me mesmerised under a spell

Father, I fell

Father, I fell

Down slick mythic wells

Where emptiness swallowed me

I have lived and gasped enough

For more than ten thousand shadows

But nobody knows of my innermost demons but thee

Nightmares, slink in their dark lairs

Eyes are aflame there

Waiting to sink their despicable teeth into me

As thou have seen I have not always danced on the edge of the world

I have succoured and fought

Like a fucker for naught

But the right to be left to my dreams

Finally soul I am free

Joyously thralled to recalled memories of yore

So before I pass I must see thee if only once more

Oh my beautiful friend

I will love thee until the end is nigh

And in time

I'll find thee in my arms on the vast other side

Father, I fell

I look back on the books of my life

I've written so well

Father, I fell

Father, I fell