few people have met my darker side,
but fewer have met the real me...

I sleep in my bed chamber at my own home at night
I find my self standing in a field of green grass...

His eyes of silver were staring forth into the...
His wings folded down at his side...

I’m standing here by the river bank
As I watch the crystal water cascading down...

Oh my heart was an
_empty glass...

Fading out of existence,
melting into dreams...

Silent are the forlorn scarlet roses
Who watches the gold-tipped butterflies...

When I walk down the street
I think of you...

The room lights turn dim
Two figures step out from the shadows...

I NEED you
Rip me to shreds...

Will the sun ever shine
Above the grey clouds of fog...