The difference becomes clear
You heed the voice of all your fear
Despite every attempt, your weakness is cast in stark relief
My fantasy remains:
My shadow on your broken frame.
Gives a purpose to my mission
Leaving room for no contrition
To find the new man
I took the loneliest road
You couldn’t understand if you were told or shown
Greater resolve I’ve found even now
Surrounded by a cloud of crippling doubt
The odds can do naught but entice me now
Though the stake that I lay is my soul
A life for my forbidden action
A final grasp at satisfaction
To find the new man
I took the loneliest road
Now all that’s left of my plan is make you kneel and behold
My fantasy
You feel it now though you deny:
A power stalking, in the corners of your mind
This time it’s mine.