Above the clouds high in the sky
There was one fortress of great size...
My angel never seem to be around,
forever lost, never found...
Arrghhh - I scream in frustration,
Nothing ever goes right for me...
Cold to the touch,
solid against my pale finger tips...
Violins mourn for the dead...
A lone man breaths heavily
readying himself for war...
Your kiss is so deadly,
But you have me in your control...
Woe
Woe unto her who died by Cupid...
Dark melodies of solitude
Downhearted soloist...
I see him from a distance, he is beauty defined.
I long to touch him, he seems purely divine...
The tears ran free from her cheeks
As she begged for his life...
Close your eyes and take a sip,
As I open your minds to a whole new trip...