Rapture, Bewitchment, Thy Name is, Tracy...
Rapture, Bewitchment, Thy Name is, Tracy...
I thought the waves of pleasurable love had washed...
Leaving me bone dry and to swim amongst the dust...
So be it tough and complicated
Dove already comes to the cage though...
Goin' to be crazy, goin' to be happy and goin' to...
Suppose to be very easy when the dove come...
Darkness lurks within my eyes
My dreams are dead, till sunrise...
Balance flows through an ocean
Riding the waves of a stormy sea...
The smell of bourbon on her breath
Hurrying to put on her red dress...
Take my hands
you wanna watch me bleed...
If I told you
You'd never understand...
Golden keys are pushed gently,
Starting a softness in mind and heart...
In Every Dream Thy Lovely Features Rise...
(This is a poem I wrote as a spinoff, offtake, on...
In the apex of a life that goes to fast
theres something that i want, she wont be my past...