The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers

The falling ambers of love still smolder with hope that time

the essence of your love permeates my soul

I hear whispers from my soul the lament of love

Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns

The times we’ve swayed as one I’ve cherished every moment

Your selfishness love’s it’s compassion in your bizarre world of conceit

With this wish I wish tonight that you and I could catch a ride on a meteorite

at the end of the rainbow make-believe is real and dreams

spoken secrets in star dust are fading dreams in a haze

Never My Love With her dying breath she whispered my tomorrow

Our vows were never broken nor the memories

Your elegance stirs the spirit of desire as your beauty

*** Spasms lifts her body with eyes closed the Doctor explains

my soul has abandoned my body in this dark gaze of ungodliness