In The ShadowsI dream in your shadow if the light I am deniedHoping one day to stand by your sideNo more chasing after the warmth of your embraseOnly to find a blank expression on your faceI dream in your shadow of finding something moreFinding somithing that would truly make you soarSomething so much better than your superficial highsSomething to unlock the secret passion in your eyesI dream in your shadow only to find they are in vainDreams amount to nothing when it comes to easing painThese dreams could never change the way I always seem to feelBecause I found out long ago that dreams are never real.
SalvationS lowly the desire infiltrated my mindA wakening a lust from deep inside my loinsL avish thoughts of you and i had arisenV iolently pulsing through my brain once againA rousingly the passion began to consume meT aking control of my every motionI nvertedly my hands began to fallO rchestrating the righteous path of longingN earing closer to ecstasy with every passing moment
Awake At 3amThe moon it softly shinesThrough scattered clouds it beams downUpon this night of destitute dreams
My Pungent ValentineLovers love like a bouquet of romanceAs passion falls from the skyThey give hearts like roses with alternative motivesAs they gently whisper "be mine"
BabelReaching higher and higher through mist in the skyA search for perfectionA crusade for GodNoNot for GodFor gloryFor fameDiefied by God himselfThe men who conquered heavenRise up from the ground great city of men and become self-sufficientRise up through the clouds and the fog in the skyReign the starsBecome immortalRise up and live foreverWhat's that?I can't understand you...The rushing of windThe falling of stoneRabid sounds fill the worldI can't understand youA great collective chaosSurrounded by unknown declamationsI scream into the nightA city of BabelI can't understand you
The HuntThe pain inside begins to riseA feeling that I can't confineGrowing with no cease in sizeThe Beast begins to stirIt started with your lusting eyesHer body is your tainted prizeDwelling on your constant liesHunger becomes the BeastDeception takes you to new heightsYou hold her close, turn out the lightsBut you should know you're in my sightsStalking is the BeastSo now you squirm within my graspThis kind of love just couldn't lastYour life it now becomes the pastMy Beast it finally feeds
blueA calm lake rests its gentle headIn an autumn field, she sleepsThe heavens above reflectedIn the peace of her still eyesSpeak of serenitySilver clouds roll in from the northBringing with them hopeBeads of life fall from the graying skyShowering life on the earth belowCreatingBreeding movement from This moistened pot of soilThe earthworm pokes his head outFor the chance to take in this lifeThe water soothes himTrees open up their green armsOpen their green mouthsOpen their green heartsAnd swallow the heavenlyGift of lifeThe tides push and pullYing and yang involvedIn the balance of the worldThe rip
TiffanyI turned off my lights as I approached the building. I didn’t want anyone to recognize me. A car as cherry as mine is bound to be noticed no matter where you go so I had to take proper precautions to not draw attention to myself. Like I said before, I turned off my lights. As I drew closer to the building, the hot pink neon sign shone through my windshield and illuminated my face. I looked in the rearview mirror but there was an odd man staring back at me. The face was my own but the man in the mirror was not me. Not really. Why was I here? Flashbacks of a terrible fight with my wife earlier that evening played through my mind, and that
My Dark CanvasMy soul, she weaps in color. And the color of her falling tears are red. Like drops of rain they cascade to the floor, thick and frequent, painting pictures with their crimson hue. Pictures of memories long since lost to the fire of my sorrows. Sweet pictures of you and I. These visions of grandeurtorment my soul to the point of insanity. Can you not see it my love? Here let me paint you a picture as my life spills onto the greying floor. Let me paint you a picture of my affliction. And just for you my love, I'll sign my name in Blood.
Our DanceWhen I feel like dancing, I think of you.I move for you.Do I sparkle for you?Am I the apple of your eye?I move for you like a breeze moves leaves in the spring time blossomI sparkle like a sunset oceanI paint a picture of peace, of solace, of absolute truthOn the blank canvas of the night air.I have become da VinciMy body is my tool, my song,My voice among the silenceWill you sing with me?Together we will fill the sky so full of music That even the heavens will envy us.The trees will sway to the musicWith the hope of looking as lovely as we.And even though all the world is watchingWe will be free to move with
My Dear AnnabelleThe wind blew steadily outside the window. Fallen leaves rustled in the restless air and thick drops of rain brushed up against the cool, glass panes separating this room from its rowdy exterior. Flashes of lightning illuminated my surroundings like a still frame picture and despite the roaring thunder that continuously followed, my Annabelle remained asleep.Her lengthy body lay loosely concealed by the red silk sheets wrapped around her. The flowing fabric fell on the curves of her body making them more defined, more exquisite, and as I stared sweet dreams swam through her mind bringing a smile to her lips. Her raven hair cascaded across t
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