As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet
Life In Prison my gun is loaded with anguish that will never end cocking the hammer
Traces of distrust from tainted thoughts search for answers
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
The weeping souls of eternity can be heard bellowing
Within truth is seldom told from the
we waltz in visions under the stars and share
Inspiration The praise of insight is mysteries that
There’s no need to take cover the morning light cast no shadows on love
Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty
the magic of a womans kiss will make any man surrender
Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
The passing star fades into the night and so does these notions
So full of hate your demons of evil they wait for your command and hunger
at the end of the rainbow make-believe is real and true love
