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 Chase The Grace
Guilt takes over the warmth that is now flaming
My Utopia of pleasure is your dancing partner
Tasting the sensuality
Touching your body and uniting
Nothing would make me happier
Run chase the grace that is reaching
We live to please our sensations
I have abandoned all that is right
Melting in your silhouette
Your presence fulfills so much
If I penetrate you
I will fall in love
More dangerous
Is that I will care
Why does the silence provoke
I have raped your innocence
Now I tame your lust
Plunge your swords into my chest
Reveal your anger the hunger to hurt me
Death is mocking my tallow face
For time is a pulley of deceit
 
Once Upon A Time
In a stroke of crimson the heavens stormed the skies
Below the angry waters were unrested and disturbed
The myth walked the streets darkened from origin
Some called them lovers others "amorati" di giorno
Their freedom a flower innocent wild forever life
Her richness glowed challenging time stepping out
Move me again his words her sigh how could others understand
Answers from the heart collided enticing the journey longing vines
Frightful eyes mocked striipping their souls licking desperate lips
Fall the screams towered how can love rule such eternal imagination
Burn the lovers' spirits death understands romance too well
Flames danced haunted devotion guarded the sanctity shared
Evil maintained its mark not convinced faces frowned in defeat
Hollow the mind of Satan blackened without hope
Seek me where there is no time hold me to your bosom faith commands
NEW Real
The shadows have filled the room
A sliver of light struggles to live
He sings alone under discouraging bridges
Reflecting punishing laughing archly broken
Was his vigorous soul not filling
Did the dance not last forever
His eyes remain shut in fear of disbelief
The love in his life had not faltered
The shifting of spheres shook the emotions
Unbalanced by reality and moral devotion
Romeo plays with the danger of the heart
Seeking to pretend time has no relevance
She thrust her teeth around his weak spirit
Transfusing the spiraling moments of truth
Naked were her words of everlasting
He drank her endless cups spilling on his skin
The strength of his ideal crumbled to dust
Her espadons imprisoned the blindness
 Hollywood
Sunset Blvd. roars with illusive demons
Casting shadows on the reverist
Long black cars bring curiosity
The dregs beg for yielding opportunities
Are the dragons of Groman invisible
Their tongues swallow the purity
Lights shoot up to the sky
The stars beneath our feet
Hold the sacred pommel
Thrust out victory
The bleeding from its sharpness
Pretends to be real like the Flynn
The hills echo with sweet voices
The fool answers the mystic call
Winding roads to the heavens
That overlooks the sea
Her ravishing glow excites the fat man
His promises are a selfish dish of gorge
The Angels weep from above
Watching the innocent whore
Action take two or maybe three
The small town memories bring peace
Within the searchers on their knees
They entreat with cries of forgiveness in Hollywood
 
Waiting I Sleep
My spirits are challenged by constant errant
I hold a vigorous duel unsettling in my heart
The cries of sorrow have entered unwelcomed
If I could drown the bitterness into the deep
I would tie the weights of horror to my feet
Is love my anchor never to seize
Do I punish my hunger for mind of peace
Are my ways impassive with concrete veils
The balance is distorted in hollow eyes
That awaken the anger with selfish truth
I walk miles of endless unreachable roads
In search of hope and forgiveness
The rawness of my soul blinds my vision
Answers question the weakness of my sanity
Take the eradicate ways that crush my discipline
And thrust them from my altered confusion
I dream of running streams that echo my tears
Bathing the wounds of my sadness
With hallow gifts the cycle promises its return
Waiting I sleep unleashing the torment

 

 

 

 

 Her Mouth Gives Me Life
Weakened under tormented reflections
Morning awakens my reality
The moon hides not knowing if he smiles
Gently the leaf falls to echo alone
My hands thrawn my face
God is for sure He has told me
My search is over the oread has arrived
Counting my desires I vanish it
Shall I ply my bones with pleasure
They see what they see only through naked eyes
Never to scart but to hold out their hands with long faces
The street volge cries in sorrow
Speak of your sensations I am asked
The bristling is vacant at times cold
I utter in my silence like the giant plenist
They run in reasted ideals without moral pride
Once again I love not for the presence of love
For the strength that chokes my vulnerability
She has called in my slumber I run
An endless distance my breath has died
Her mouth gives me life
 
My Cup Is Empty
In my cup there is stillness
A reflection of someone
It waves it swirls it breathes
It's blackness shines within its depth
Endless like the ancient vortex
I'm surrounded by sound and heat
The noise of the daily bustle
I sit holding my fatigued head
She rubs her fishnets on my leg
Her hand has found its way
Making me hard and unsure
Cigarettes fill the ashtray
The sound of quarters fall
Filling the room with music
I remember that song I fucked to it
Or maybe I just kissed
A gust of wind slaps my back
The Adonis struts his moneymaker
In mirrors to a crowd of freaks
The secrets are in the corner
Like lizards they crawl up the walls
I see the red exit it flashes my eyes
It's time to disappear my cup is empty
 

 

 

 

 

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