I do not presume you to know my soul.
To understand how far this cave travels below,
To pitch a soft light in the deafening darkness.
No, I would not presume so much.
I do not presume you to know my mind,
How quickly it spins and toils fibers of thought into twine.
I do not presume, do not assume
anything so heavy as that upon my shoulders,
here within the echoes of my chamber.
No, I do not.
But desire outweighs presumption.
Desire overshadows logic and tears at the sinew of reality.
She is a haunted and deadly mistress.
I do not presume I shall let her in,
Though she knows my every sin.
She knocks, she knocks…she stands too near.
She whispers seductively into my ear.
I do not presume to defeat her.
I cannot be so naive.
But should she swallow my soul,
Even that she will never know.