Antique sunsets of your sincere heart;
hold depth alike moonlights glow...
This is like the thoughts of Romeo and Juliet...
Sure thing I could, split
myself you know divide us...
Like the lethal dusty cobra, darling, shed your...
Find shelter in its absence; let your mortal heart...
It is in times like these
when the clouds cloak the stars...
One more scar for the heart,
the wretched soul whithers in hurt...
Bow down now
and you'll be as cattle...
As the light seeps through the curtain,
Slowly fading - of this I'm certain...
The East
Beckons this soul...
Would it confuse you if I explained
that it’s but a matter of sense that...
The annual promise of winter's cold, of Atlantic's...
Speaks more now, seems less then...