I met Dorian Gray
I met Dorian Gray
On a misty eve in January
Oh what a charmer, what a delight
To my starved senses a sturdy source of might
Ah what bliss to meet a gentleman like this
Who was patient and kind, a silent assassin to my mind
But cautious though I said I was
My starved senses my actions would oppose
This notion of slow progress
To the winds did I my caution overthrow
To my starved senses did I give full reign and did it billow
A tiny voice was heard lost in the wind, in the hale
Be careful, something is amiss, he is not what he seems this male
But no, I know (or I think I do) what I want
And he is just that, he seems so true
His past transgressions to me he has confessed
Ah but what be your guarantee he is now changed, he is now blessed?
Oh it’s a good thing, I must not let go
The words of caution from a few I have to forego
Oh I am riding on the wings of this storm
My destiny is a shadow, my purpose forlorn
But my senses no, they drive me they would know
Oh really said the tiny voice? Do you know what he is what is his true vice?
Oh shut up and ride you impudent pride
My insecurity needs feeding my ego needs a fresh ride
Oh continue Mistress of Self Inflicting Turbulence
I hope you learn a lesson someday instead of this constant state of ambivalence
