there were words of lust  in these arms of the stranger  and there in silence though were words of no milder  so in thinking of that madness  that ravage the thoughts  in the loneliest of hours    I resist without control    the demand I get from excellence  the void I felt from answering  not only an addition  it generated need  in these endless nights of freezing  my weight on the other side    I resist without control  feel the thorns of uncontrol    claws that set in sleeps december  let loose on the verge  talked to me as strangers once did  the tone was set for winter    sweet uncontrol  beyond proportion  into the night  so strike me deeper    I resist without control  feel the thorns of uncontrol    the death that craved no life  now ended  in return  drifting uncontrolably  within the night