random tid-bit

Take me with control-
can’t you see that all I have is shadows.
Make this place your own.
Make this gloom not rampage.
Time flew bitterly by
without your face as guidance.
So raise me up to see,
Like a phoenix from it’s ashes,
The mercy, how I plea!
Oh, consummately steal my heart,
and make this pain my triumph
With timeless freedom in my sorrow I find:
That unparalleled freedom was found only
in your bind.