Gift

One touch to hurt so much
Caught within a fading grip
So fair, laid bare
Precious drops that are let slip
Angels mute in admiration
Gaze upon a prostrate form
Ecstasy in indecision
Wait to be reborn.

Between the pleasure and the pain a gift is given
Precious gift divine
Between the pleasure and the pain a gift is given
And the gift you give is mine

Bitter tears avail you nothing
Blood and salt run mingled down
Cruelty of loving kindness
Tide of pain in which you drown
Given up beyond redemption
Freed by duty taught by shame
Worshipped by the ones who fear you, Love without a name

Between the pleasure and the pain a gift is given
Precious gift divine
Between the pleasure and the pain a gift is given
And the gift you give is mine

Perfume in the smell of burning
Incense with a human taint
Scent of soul on fire with sinning
Passion burns without restraint
Folded in the silken madness
Silence falls on borrowed time
Ninety Eight point four degrees of proof that you are mine

Between the pleasure and the pain a gift is given
Precious gift divine
Between the pleasure and the pain a gift is given
And the gift you give is mine