The apple of my eye
My one true love...

Souls of the deceased wander in confusion
Inviting all mortals to the portal of death...

I was at *CITY CLUB* at *NINE-O-FIVE*
Walking with my *PLAYERS* like it was no *BIG...

The thing that ruins your new hairstyle
The thing that blows dust in your eye...

On a cold dark stormy night
The children huddled in bed shuddering from fright...

On the shores of heartache shall my heart lay
Asking myself if I should die today...

Scribbles, designed to shape, form
Creating dust winds, colorful storm...

Tonight is that night
Oh yes, Christmas Eve...

The symbol of love
Heavenly and pure...

It has been forever since I've seen you
Well so it may have seem...

I have a friend who is deceased
It was a most unfortunate event...

If you were a color what color would you be?
A bright red or a deep blue...