*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
Forgiveness is never forgiven in the gallows of revenge pulling the lever
The weeping souls of eternity can be heard bellowing
Your selfishness love’s it’s compassion in your bizarre world of conceit
Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are
Life In Prison my gun is loaded with anguish that will never end cocking the hammer
Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
The pretense of deep affection is given as innocence’s is spilled
Only innocence can hold dreams within like the sigh of love
I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped
Kiss me as your lips burn with whispers to my heart
The agonizing feeling of misgivings there’s no coming back
Darkness reflects the pale light truth conveys a book of lies so willingly
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
In Dreams *** Let me sleep a little longer