Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns

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

Love never written compose each line lost in feelings

painful emotions of tainted thoughts that search for answers

Lost pages of love torn and tattered empty lines I’ve read

*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer

Burning cries of torment from the forsaken

In Dreams *** Let me sleep a little longer

I fell for a vision in a dream it was more stunning

The patrons were waiting for their wings of heaven doves as the bar room

I hear an angel in poetic dreams sounds of love from the heart she sings

In Grace Your elegance awakens me stirring the spirit

So full of hate your demons of evil they wait for your command and hunger