I dedicate the following to my new beau. ______________________________________________ Kill me swiftly. Kill me softly. Kill me fast so I feel no pain. Or do it slow and make it burn. In the good times we want to feel like life is real. In the bad times we want to be numb. Never is there an in between. Kill me not before I compose my music with my keyboard. Typing away in a bliss that only musicans understand. Here is my intrument. The insturment of my words. With it out flows every thing. Kill me swiftly. Kill me softly. Why in the midst of good times...all I feel is pain? Past night-mares that won't die. Dreams that never were realy dreams. Yet, if they were dreams; whose fucked up dreams could they be? Kill me swiftly. Kill me softly. Make this burning inside me go away. It's burning up from the inside out. This flame with in me is over whelming. Making me want to jump up and scream. Making me stutter, and arroused at the same time. Make it all go away. Kill me swiftly. Kill me softly. Hold me in your tight embrace. Take me and clame me as your own with your carnel power. Do what you want with me. Clame the fire with in. Kill me swiftly. Kill me softly.