Traces of distrust from tainted thoughts search for answers
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
Physical misery torments me impaired for life my body is weak my lips tremble
If I were your knight I would have armor of gold and surrender my heart
The passing star fades into the night and so does the notion
He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
the essence of your love permeates my soul
I confess my love for all to see I ask for your hand
The most beautiful song I’ve ever heard is the sound of sighs
lost souls waiting in the dark hoping for the second coming
Feelings concealed behind a disguise falling from love those sweet
Never My Love With her dying breath she whispered my tomorrow
Love never written compose each line lost in feelings
Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty
Dark Figure *** Tears falling as I sleep falling so strange
