It's a sudden rush;
one that pains me from within...

Truly who are we?
And what have we to become...

Simple emotion
is the feeling held inside...

Until forever...
But when does forever start...

It's the stranger side.
The feeling of completion...

Tall with ridgid hair;
Dressed in a clash of style...

What comes next to do,
when all to do has been done...

Expanding inside.
Intensifying each day...

Echoes pound the air.
The idiosynthic sound...

Blistery and cold
with no illusion of warmth...

"True love never dies,"
says his great words of wisdom...

I had a quite odd dream last night;
it's setting was backstage...