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I cannot draw a dream,
Your face not made for paper
I can’t be sure, it seems,
If you were really there.

And I wait in chill each night,
My Lord, you may appear-
My trembling in fright,
Gives way to perverse fear.

Too hard to visualise,
The violet aura burning bright
And those mesmerising eyes,
From which I cannot look aside.

Come here and strike me dumb,
Let your malice never waver-
Pour your venom down my lungs,
That sweet elixir I will savour.

~

Another night, I lie in wait,
I watch a candle burning out
I lie cold and anticipate,
But can’t ignore the doubt.

~

A Cloud over the Moon

My Eyelids Close.

I Feel Cold Breath.

The Pulse Quickens.

I Want your Grace.

I Want Destruction.

I am Yours.

The Shadow of Your Wings…

Description
I cannot draw a dream,
Your face not made for paper
I can’t be sure, it seems,
If you were really there.

And I wait in chill each night,
My Lord, you may appear-
My trembling in fright,
Gives way to perverse fear.

Too hard to visualise,
The violet aura burning bright
And those mesmerising eyes,
From which I cannot look aside.

Come here and strike me dumb,
Let your malice never waver-
Pour your venom down my lungs,
That sweet elixir I will savour.

~

Another night, I lie in wait,
I watch a candle burning out
I lie cold and anticipate,
But can’t ignore the doubt.

~

A Cloud over the Moon

My Eyelids Close.

I Feel Cold Breath.

The Pulse Quickens.

I Want your Grace.

I Want Destruction.

I am Yours.

The Shadow of Your Wings…