My Spirit, My Essence (Vision Three) Lyrics

Your fingers traced a path along my neck

A caress as chilling as frostbite

This icy touch ignited a fire within me

A paradox of sensation that scorched my very soul

My breath, laboured and desperate, fought against the frigid prison of your grasp

In your cold dismissal's silent night

I fought for breath, for life, for light

I've learned the art of listening

Understanding that each whisper of the wind, each sigh of the earth

Holds a tale waiting to be heard

So, don't paint me in shades, I do not wear

My spirit, my essence, is mine to bear

My spirit, my essence, is mine to bear

Cast adrift, I am a vessel of weariness and wounds

Yet it is your gaze alone I seek amidst the tempest

Eyes weary from the effort of discerning clarity amidst the encroaching shadows that dance around your form

I've learned the art of listening

Understanding that each whisper of the wind, each sigh of the earth

Holds a tale waiting to be heard

So, don't paint me in shades, I do not wear

My spirit, my essence, is mine to bear

In the folly of our interactions

Your words fall softly, a whisper carrying the weight of disdain

A reflection of the weariness and disgust you harbour towards me

Was it love or need, that you demand?

In the embrace that followed

Your body's heave and the burden in your arms spoke volumes

Yet, in that moment of closeness, I remained uncertain

In the closeness shared, a puzzle unsolved

Between joy and need, deeply involved