Torture Garden
"Yet Never"

You come strolling through sunbeams
Or striding through rain
Drops that flow downstream
Following necessity
On a date with destiny

You dance through my veins
Cascading rivers of blood
In chemical flux
Mixing your scent with the breeze
Affecting butterflies

And yet never...

The darkness of your eyes drowns
The darkness of your hair ensnares
The smoothness of your skin devours
When two exquisite paths meet
There is a place where turmoil grows

And yet never...
And yet never...

Your attraction repels me
Gripped by a shove
Thesis of my genes
Antithesis of your body
Synthetic purgatory

Sister, daughter, lover

And yet never...
And yet never...
And yet never...
And yet never...
And yet never...
And yet never...
And yet never...
And yet never...