parking down the street walking very discreet to my back alley girl I slip inside wiping the tears

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

Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart

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

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

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

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

So full of hate your demons of evil they wait for your command and hunger

when I hear her rebel yell she’ll say jump and I jump like hell

at the end of the rainbow make-believe was real and dreams

Your selfishness love’s it’s compassion in your bizarre world of conceit

I hunger In desire pleading with love to forgive

Feelings mislead the fallacies of love virtue cries for something

*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer