Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
spoken secrets in star dust are fading dreams in a haze
Kiss me as your lips burn with whispers to my heart
Is it the horsy ride that makes you giggle in dreams or the flying spoon open the hatch
I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped
The passing star fades into the night and so does these notions
In my head a silent angel sleeps as I listening to the essence
Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty
The pretense of deep affection is given as innocence’s is spilled
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
So full of hate your demons of evil they wait for your command and hunger
If I were your knight I would have armor of gold and surrender my heart
painful emotions of tainted thoughts that search for answers
Life In Prison my gun is loaded with anguish that will never end cocking the hammer
The weeping souls of eternity can be heard bellowing
