LiesIsn't it weird how they smile at your faceYou turn your back and it's erasedSooner or later you realiseThey're not your friendsJust some more liesIt hurts so bad just to knowThere's nothing really thereNothing real, nothing trueIt's all empty and bareThen they come back to youThe story is oldIt's always the sameIt's always a gameNo one understandsNo matter what they sayIt's always for themIt's selfishnessIt's todayAnd it's always been the same old way.
In Love and DeathMay you rest in peace Dear, you who holds my heartlet your lips falter into the cold groundwhere I can muster your last breath of airspeaking my name fading into the black abyssDear you, may your soul rest tonight.So that I can hold you once again, into the nightyour body fresh, your blood staled by the windbeaten and battered, decaying and shattered,in time for your sal
NumbAm I going Mad,Or is the world a dream.Why do I feel I've done this before,Why do I feel So anxious,Why do I wish to scream.I just want to hit myself with an aluminioum BatJust so I can see If the pain is real,And maybe wake from this dream.Nothing feels real,I feel Like a freak.I feel so numb,Like I'm not in my body,I feel so depressed,As though I lost the one I love.Is it my madness that is causing me to feel this way,Or is it I'm simply dreaming,Awaiting for the Time I wake.
Missionary PositionYour hot breath against my neckI feel your gentle kisses.Our lips meet.Rubbing your fingers through my hair,and your hand brushing my cheek.So excited & arousedwe give all our energy.Wanting you so desperatelyI take you inside me.Breathless. With a slight open peckcaresses my lips.Holding me close,while grinding our hips.I feel you so deep.I feel your soul inside.Discovering all your mysteries,that one should never hide.You've whisked me awayto the palace of pleasureI am your goddessand you are my treasure.Gasping with delightOur passion goes soaringWho ever said thatmissionary's boring?