Grasping my pillow in my sleep a dark voice from within whispers to me
my soul has abandoned my body in this dark mase of ungodliness
Dancing alone with a love that came and went holding on to nothing endless
Forgiveness is never forgiven in the gallows of revenge pulling the lever
Darkness reflects the pale light truth conveys a book of lies so willingly
In Grace Your elegance awakens me stirring the spirit
Traces of distrust from tainted thoughts search for answers
He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
Loving you madly with kisses picture sweet in a frame of glass and wood
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
Within truth is seldom told from the
Without You *** there’s no quest for desire
She stares at the reflection in the bottom of the glass and sees
Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries
