Blind *** Your posture conceals the dark desire
Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries
Physical misery torments me impaired for life my body is weak my lips tremble
I confess my love for all to see I ask for your hand
Is it the horsy ride that makes you giggle in dreams or the flying spoon open the hatch
at the end of the rainbow make-believe is real and true love
Within truth is seldom told from the
*** Eyes of angels fall on me feelings of despair and hopeless pleas
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
She lost her innocence’s to the dark side of life in her room all alone
Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty
He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
No one cares as the rose peddle falls no one can see the silhouette
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
The passing star fades into the night and so does these notions
