He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
painful emotions of tainted thoughts that search for answers
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
Grasping my pillow in my sleep a dark voice from within whispers to me
Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
If I were your knight I would have armor of gold and surrender my heart
I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped
I hear an angel in poetic dreams songs of love from the heart she sings
Only innocence can hold dreams within like the sigh of love
we waltz in visions under the stars and share
The pretense of deep affection is given as innocence’s is spilled
In the shadow of the graveyard I stand alone pondering life lost
Kiss me as your lips burn with whispers to my heart
There are millions of colors in the spectrum but none can color you
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
