All the cynics light up their cigarettes
and blow smoke at my half eaten heart...
Here he comes with wings pure and white
His shield forged from faith...
*Not my kind of topic but just trying to get a...
Silver Dagger
Tempted by the promises...
Spring blowing through my hair
Rumble flowing from beneath me...
Its the clouds and I just how I planned
Flying high with the stick in my hand...
Sing to me of heartache,
of sorrow...
We are delivered from demons when we desire to
Move toward the truth of which we aspire to...
Her dreams live
In clash...
Make-up
disguises spots...
Sitting at the final table playing the hand of my...
Judgment day the same as I have lived...
So here we are
I mean your there...