Off the elevator...
Down the hallway
The stench of whiskey and broken promises linger behind me
Midnight has come but the end of the day hasn't come for me yet
I'm still trapped and embedded in the past pleasure of the evening
Unable to grow tired of the luxury's, cause the infinite lust is abundant and growing
Room 13, behind she waits for me
Unsuspecting...
But the room seems aware of my intentions
There the bed is again, but your face is never remembered
Good and bad deeds commended
Another memory, another day, another time
"Why isn't there an abundance of "good" men"
I believe its some sort of animalistic urge...
Why I left? Irrelevant...
For you will not reason, nor will you understand.
Unaware of the withdrawal...
"The End" Forever echoes in my mind
I hear it and my body shivers
"Keep the memories"
We will forever be a mystery, another story in a book to read
Our time will be our own experience with one another
We can not turn back the hands of time, so we try to imitate it
Wandering that same stream, that same time
Pain forever extinguished though our foolishness
Yet, Nothing but another future of emptiness awaits each to his own
For this is a mighty pain that travels...
