The little grace I have comes from a passion. 
A crazed feeling with a bit of mystique. 
A odd crave for this bit of attraction
With defects that prove it unique

From a standpoint it seems so appealing 
Situationally it's truly absurd
While in fact it was far too revealing
From a fantasy I far much preferred.

But for the little grace that I have for a passion
rejection and acceptance level fair
Absurdity was the main point of attraction
Though for what was substantial was not really there

Could it be true that because this was appeasing. 
There's no way it could really fare well
So for now, I'm done with the pleasing
And for our tryst, I'll see you in hell.