In my head a silent angel sleeps as I listening to the essence
Dark Figure *** Tears falling as I sleep falling so strange
Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
none cares to listen as the rose peddle falls none sees
In Grace Your elegance awakens me stirring the spirit
if I tie my feelings to your dreams would you share them
Within truth is seldom told from the
If I were your knight I would have armor of gold and surrender my heart
Your selfishness love’s it’s compassion in your bizarre world of conceit
The hounds of hell wags their tails while drooling with anticipation
I confess my love for all to see I ask for your hand
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
Wanting you from afar with rhymes of passion I dare not speak my feelings
Shivers of Innocence Only innocence can hold dreams within
Kiss me as your lips burn with whispers to my heart