So nice to have you all today
welcome to my theater of dream...
Sitting on a cloud above
Sprinkling down on earth the fabrics of true love...
'Twas one december 'eve,
the story which i relate...
Masking weakness in human clay.
Breaking the pressure that built the day...
Sleeping in the middle of a memorial park
Flummoxed by my clay which seems so dark...
Little miss perfect wondering why
her life became this bad she hopes to die...
Her lips as red as roses,
her skin as white as snow...
Above, and beyond the worlds last end,
There is a place, abandoned, for souls to send...
A Flower bed
That is now dead...
I really didn't like how this turned out... I'll...
I got the idea for this after watching Queen of...
Ghost? Hunny, I'm your vampire,
With sweet surrender and biting kiss...