She stares at the reflection in the bottom of the glass and sees
Dark Figure *** Tears falling as I sleep falling so strange
Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are
Physical misery torments me impaired for life my body is weak my lips tremble
at the end of the rainbow make-believe is real and true love
Inspiration The praise of insight is mysteries that
The pretense of deep affection is given as innocence’s is spilled
Life In Prison my gun is loaded with anguish that will never end cocking the hammer
Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
Visions in the dust the shadows smirk in the darken dawn to memories lost
The sands of time holds our memories of being they
No one cares as the rose peddle falls no one can see the silhouette
Without You *** there’s no quest for desire
spoken secrets in star dust are fading dreams in a haze
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
