lost souls waiting in the dark hoping for the second coming
We worship our religious beliefs indoctrinated from birth to believe
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
Loving you madly with kisses picture sweet in a frame of glass and wood
Inspiration The praise of insight is mysteries that
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
Grasping my pillow in my sleep a dark voice from within whispers to me
How can I keep loving when the wounds still bleeds sharing
There’s no need to take cover the morning light cast no shadows on love
Physical misery torments me impaired for life my body is weak my lips tremble
As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet
Life In Prison my gun is loaded with anguish that will never end cocking the hammer
the essence of your beauty permeates my soul
I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped
at the end of the rainbow make-believe is real and true love
