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

I hear an angel in poetic dreams sounds of love from the heart she sings

The agonizing feeling of misgivings there’s no coming back

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

Dancing alone with a love that came and went holding on to nothing endless

Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are

In Grace Your elegance awakens me stirring the spirit

You **** The evening light traces the silhouette

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

How can I keep loving when the wounds still bleeds sharing

Within truth is seldom told from the

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

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

Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart