darkness holds the wraith that waits for me where
Bedroom whispers hungers and moans the beauty of your flesh
none cares to listen as the rose peddle falls none sees
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
Never My Love With her dying breath she whispered my tomorrow
at the end of the rainbow make-believe is real and dreams
Visions in the dust the shadows smirk in the darken dawn to memories lost
In the shadow of the graveyard I stand alone pondering life lost
Feelings mislead the fallacies of love virtue cries for something
Inspiration The praise of insight is mysteries that
I hear whispers from my soul the lament of love
She stares at the reflection from the bottom of the glass and sees
Frolicking in the shadows of desire don’t worry love
The sands of time holds our memories of being they
In my head a silent angel sleeps as I listening to the essence