Can’t breathe,

the air’s not enough,

can’t think,

my heart is cut in half,


my skin is pale, lifeless,

my body has no direction,

I’ve lost all my vigour,

bound to strange affection.


I am slave.

My will is broken.

Duty? Just a word.

Beauty? Yours and only yours.

This is whom I serve

and who will lead me

through the dark of night.

And believe me,

I shall never run or hide.


Now I can breathe,

the air is full of odour,

and as I see you standing there

my heart shall dance and beat.