[Storyteller.]

I live tonight,
a mattress on the floor,
frustrated by my senses,
I've reached a point
which I can't ignore.

Despite my fears she
moves within my arms.
I've never felt her near me,
I whisper words to keep me calm.

We are silent, we play our parts,
we need the violence, but
hold each other gently as we dance.

Panic found me after all,
blood runs even faster,
I am holding on to what
I have been told.
"Just take my fears and
colour them as you please."
I whisper to her softly,
I think she laughs when
she looks at me.

We are silent, we play our parts,
we need the violence, but
hold each other gently as we dance.

I sleep tonight,
a mattress on the floor.
I am waking up beside her;
the pain is here as it was before.