Intense Intentions

You walked into a room
My thoughts they are consumed
The devil tells me to pursue

The hunger for an ideal
Beyond an earthly appeal
My true nature a sweet demeanor conceals

A display of my inner drear
My darling Dahlia dear
Why you’re smiling ear to ear

Intense intentions
Intense intentions
Intense intentions
Washing over me

If I weren’t sick I could be your man
For a moment you even considered the plan
It helped fuel my drunken fantasy careen out of hand

If you won’t be my nun you can be my whore
Alice, this isn’t Wonderland anymore
Self-loathing and lust has reduced you to gore

Intense attentions
Intense attentions
Intense attentions
You’d better watch out for me

Who can resist a flapper so fey?
And the urge to drain her blood
In a manner so dapper and gay
Leaving her pale as moonlight
At the break of day

Enticed by the echoing flutes of Pan
You’ll disappear into a shadowy glen
Never to return from the bend

With my last bit of remorse
I hope I never fall in love again

© 2019 In The Throes Of