As you sleep in the twilight of dreams I kiss you without end
Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
Inspiration The praise of insight is mysteries that
Bedroom whispers hungers and moans the beauty of your flesh
my soul has abandoned my body in this dark mase of ungodliness
The sands of time holds our memories of being they
I hear an angel in poetic dreams sounds of love from the heart she sings
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
*** Spasms lifts her body with eyes closed the Doctor explains
I fell for a vision in a dream it was more stunning
Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries
If I were your knight I would have armor of gold and surrender my heart
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
