So Profound

1970's




So pleased you were to have me cry
So pleased - to see me lie
So pleased to watch as I
Grew over to the end of my feelings
Coming to the place where you
Were pleased to see me die.

Defiled I was - and now much more
For love was made a tool to kill
Like death I sought you out
To free me from my pain
Like death - you'll be companion
To this life I live in vain.




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