Ascetic (Gav Bing)

And so you touch my world so open yet tightly curled
a drape of opulence ,sweet stench of raw incense.
I was a worldly man, but now must make new plans,
as insight pulls violent strands , jerked by anothers hand

Given only a fleeting hint
New colours a fragile tint
To touch the wilderness,given to the tortured guess
In suffering I obsess

What do you want with me?
Partly open eyes don't see
This bleeding humanity the bidding the hidden key
In cold ground laid to rest
Mind fevered but duly blessed
Unable to sleep alone wandering the shadows unknown

Given only a fleeting hint
New colours a fragile tint
To touch the wilderness,given to the tortured guess
In suffering I obsess
Always bound by dusks pretence