painful emotions of tainted thoughts that search for answers

Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns

Dark Figure *** Tears falling as I sleep falling so strange

Life In Prison my gun is loaded with anguish that will never end cocking the hammer

The falling ambers of love still smolder with hope that time

I hear an angel in poetic dreams sounds of love from the heart she sings

Burning cries of torment from the forsaken

Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are

The sands of time holds our memories of being they

Feelings mislead the fallacies of love virtue cries for something

If all the angels are in heaven what do I do with my dreams do I lock them up

How can I keep loving when the wounds still bleeds sharing

The passing star fades into the night and so does the notion