Since we stepped on that white powdered wonderland

A land of mystic powers, able to release your mind of every worry, care and burden.

A land that enables you to finally think clearly…on your own,

I’ve wanted to speak up.

I’ve wanted to tell you what I’ve never said before.

I have wanted to take every emotion from me and hand it to you the moment you stepped of the carpeted bus.

Sorry if I seem too forward, but they say I tend to say the truth.  I tend to throw out the strainer to my words.

They say I speak boldly and freely with honesty.

I say to you now, I wish to take you to my underworld castle.

You are the bell of the ball.

You are the beauty of the beast.

You are the pretty girl that Kirk Hammett chooses out of the crowd.

You are the skirted wonder that the outcast boy finds sitting on a tree root writing poetry by a pond.

You are the snow queen and I’m the enchanted child.

You are the withered rose I find on the floor and put on my windowsill.

You are every wish and hope I have ever had.

You are the hole in my shirt, fanning my body when life pushes me into dark corners.

You are every feeling I have never felt.

You are the sacrificial lamb to the heathen gods.

To have you in my clutches, to have you by my side,

If I was the mighty Minotaur, surfacing for my annual virgin

I would return down to my labyrinth with no other than you.

 

They say I speak boldly and freely with honesty.

I say to you now, I wish to take you to my underworld castle.