My soul has found a mistress, and a loyal wife to match.
But after birth my sweet love found the scratches on my back.
So for now she leaves me lonely, waiting to return to black.
I must wait a while, and hope that Silence one day takes me back.
Life, the lack of nothing, found me sucking on my mothers breast.
She swayed me as a baby, tried to take all the Silence left.
Life looked much more sensual, closed my eyes and on her lap I lept.
And what is left is lack of loyatly, only bits of quiet I have kept.
It is the empty end that pushes men to live with purpose.
I need "nothing" because without it "something" is worthless.
The sweet kisses of Silence make everything worth it.
To meet my wife again when they close the curtain.