How can I keep loving when the wounds still bleeds sharing

The pretense of deep affection is given as innocence’s is spilled

lost souls waiting in the dark hoping for the second coming

The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers

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

Bedroom whispers hungers and moans the beauty of your flesh

I fell for a vision in a dream it was more stunning

No one cares as the rose peddle falls no one can see the silhouette

Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty

Grasping my pillow in my sleep a dark voice from within whispers to me

Within truth is seldom told from the

the essence of your beauty permeates my soul

Burning cries of torment from the forsaken

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

I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped