I hear an angel in poetic dreams songs of love from the heart she sings
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
So full of hate your demons of evil they wait for your command and hunger
There are millions of colors in the spectrum but none can color you
If I were your knight I would have armor of gold and surrender my heart
Darkness reflects the pale light truth conveys a book of lies so willingly
yearning with anticipation as my heart holds the
Physical misery torments me impaired for life my body is weak my lips tremble
How can I keep loving when the wounds still bleeds sharing
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
Blind *** Your posture conceals the dark desire
painful emotions of tainted thoughts that search for answers
With this wish I wish tonight that you and I could catch a ride on a meteorite
