You'll forever by a fixture,
In my paradoxical paradise,
Dancing across my brain,
Like a pantomimical parasite.

The way I can't let go,
And how much I've paid for this show,
Just to watch
Those glass eyes glow. 

And as much as I gave up,
You still hold back that yearned-for touch.
Now, tell me, do I have to bleed,
Just to fulfill
Your vague list of needs?

It's hard to think about,
Life on its own, breathing without
You, my world,
Forever a fixture,
Sight without your vivid picture.