Morning Glory

Gently, soft voice Betray my presence And all is for naught, Let me catch Apollo off guard. Drunken dawn is my friend Smoky sunrise my comrade Mornings my true love. Stay asleep, soft voice I saved half the bottle for a reason, Climbing higher, vision blurred Magnifys the glory of The one shameless beast In this world. I am the beast. The sun, my prey. As long as my eye is upon it, It cannot escape. Sweet, soft voice You have awoken too late The sun is half past lost, And I myself have never felt better. Your stuff is by the bed, Please leave the way you came, Only one love may rise and fall, Hide behind Artemis and still Leave me lusting for more. Please, soft voice Take a pill and wepp For sunrise is now only a memory, Of what will come again. Hand me the bottle. This tonic speaks to me And I agree. Eye to eye, this tonic and I see, A reflection of my dream is Within this bottle. Our hearts ache to be east, To rise with you. One in the same, The tonic, the sun, and I Shall look down upon The world and smile as We bask in our Morning Glory. I am the beast, sweet voice. Sweet voice? She meant nothing, But you, my star of wonder, Shall always return, Shall always be my one love. I plan to die blind.