my soul has abandoned my body in this dark mase of ungodliness

darkness holds the wraith that waits for me where

Burning cries of torment from the forsaken

Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs

none cares to listen as the rose peddle falls none sees

The passing star fades into the night and so does these notions

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

In Grace Your elegance awakens me stirring the spirit

Wanting you from afar with rhymes of passion I dare not speak my feelings

We worship our religious beliefs indoctrinated from birth to believe

the essence of your love permeates my soul

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

Inspiration The praise of insight is mysteries that