Come Hither, Heather

Trickled past the embers,
This fallen female fumbling;
This coma always calling --
Forever more, always stumbling.

Energize that last loving moment,
Minutia always getting in the way;
If you could hold on to any last longings --
Would it be of another persistent predicament?

Onward, wayward daughter,
There's better fortunes forward;
Onward -- wayward daughter!
There's better things waiting for you...

Troubled, tawdry, teased,
Is there any real relief?
Falling forward, forever failing --
Is there something you should be changing?

Let me in, put me out,
My fire slowly steaming;
You're my midnight dream, oh -- first regrets!
Slowly steaming, deftly dreaming...

Oh--!

Onward, wayward daughter,
There's better fortunes forward;
Onward -- wayward daughter!
There's better things waiting for you...

Forever more, a haunting shadow,
I call to you once again;
Leave me dangled over the crib --
I induce subtle screaming.

Onward, wayward daughter!
Better things --
Oh,
Better things --
Await me, too.