Skaya

If i asked for a name, to shame your dull life, would you think me insane, your consoling betrays, a greater hurt than mine, where does it lay, as i dance my evasions, whispering to the night, between you and hate, aboard the roaring train, bring me to the fire, make me sing like rain, to quell the burning flames, give the peace of Aquinas, teach me how to tame, the illusions i crave, thrill me with wine, love me with fifty claims, praise this time.