the gold mom carried gave bruises
and blisters...
Through fire and smoke.
Water and ice...
The moon was sat tight
After Dusk’s light...
There is a door
through the forest of my sleep...
Gone in the wind,
Corinthian in the fall...
as nightfall comes and so I dream
my sleep beholds a vivid scene...
The prince of darkness came for me
There was no chance for me to flee...
Whenever you portray the gleam of hope
on the canvas of your face...
As I sit in the devils lair
I slowly sink into chaotic despair...
The fantasies of a wandering mind
There are two ways that you can have a wandering...
Two warrior's stand side by side,
Backs pressed firmly together...
There were once two lovers,
One that vowed to protect all life...