Your Turn

I stride my coat afloat with pride
Seeking dames temptations luring in my hand the promise land
Grasp the treasures unknown by conventional measures of man
Defying dimensions my hidden intentions I will not whisper to mention

My soul's Abyss but lay behind a deceiving trap of bliss
My eyes gleam stunning with shine of vile striking lies delivered by a kiss
I see in front of me a victim of my sacrifice
You have no answer of escape just a breathless prone to take

I am the vain you feed my urging curse of vanity's greed
Remorse you drown yourself with tears falling frosted with fear
Confused without resistance eager to embrace the wrath of my existence
Nothing more but seeking dames this time your heart that I will slain

Cristian ~