What do you want from me ?

What all men desire from a woman,
that her touch her smell her sweetness
be lavished upon him as though he
were the greatest man alive.

To drink from the fountain of life within her,
so that his soul may become whole again.
And he can walk amongst his peers,
feeling like a god amongst mortals.

In the gardens of utopia
I lost my will to try
and it was then that I decided
that I would rather die.

I could no longer live
with the thoughts in my mind,
that nobody could give
a damn for mankind.

Why should I resort to
willing this sort of madness,
to fill, destroy and kill
my thought crazed soul.

In the gardens of utopia...