Frolicking in the shadows of desire don’t worry love

Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are

Within truth is seldom told from the

Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart

lost souls waiting in the dark hoping for the second coming

You **** The evening light traces the silhouette

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

In the shadow of the graveyard I stand alone pondering life lost

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

Darkness reflects the pale light truth conveys a book of lies so willingly

In my head a silent angel sleeps as I listening to the essence

Bedroom whispers hungers and moans the beauty of your flesh

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

Without You *** there’s no quest for desire

She stares at the reflection in the bottom of the glass and sees