| The Angel Eyes that burn like iced blue lakes, hair the color of heaven�s fair gates. With lips that beg to be touched and kissed, I don�t know if I�ll ever be missed. We spent some time together, you held me in your arms, I comforted you when you cried. We were from two different worlds, yours was a world of purity and light. Mine was a world of darkness and lust. We�ve been through thick and thin, but no matter what we�ll always have our trust. No matter what will become of me you will be there anytime anywhere, You�ll always be there to guide me through my darkest hours. |
| Soul mates Do you know what I would say if I ever met you? Words could not describe how I would feel. I would tell you how I felt about you, How every night I cry myself to sleep just hoping to meet you. I would burn for the feeling and power of knowing that your heart is mine to keep. How I long to feel your gentle touch, how good it would feel to be held in your strong arms. I would stare into you fathomless eyes and kiss your lips ever so softly. I�d cry for joy if you felt the same way because being soul mates is not a game. You�ll protect me and I�ll love you forever. Hold me once before this beautiful dream ends. But if we met I hope we can start out as just friends. |
| Tears and sorrow A broken heart will mend, but painful memories and sorrow will haunt your mind again and again. You should be sorry for what you did, but instead you laughed and hid. Now that you know we belong together we should stay this way forever and ever. |
| Awakening from the Eternal sleep Darkness is all around me, I feel light and warmth but can�t see it. I reach out and embrace the light to find that I am falling into a star filled sky. Now I can see the planets and galaxies. I feel a cold breeze on my cheeks. So this is what it�s like to see and feel. I float towards one of the bright stars, but I feel myself being pulled away fast. I wake up and see faces smiling at me I now realized that I have survived and awaken from the eternal sleep. |
| The Sinners that we are I look into the eyes of a saint, I see love peace and harmony. But I also see the face of a sinner in those eyes. A sinner who has sold their soul to Satan. They�ve committed the perfect crime and gotten away with it. If you look a little closer you can see the sinner and the saint getting along. Every once in awhile the sinner gets the best of us and makes us do things we�re not proud of. The saint makes us forget about our shady doings. Although we won�t admit it we�ve been sinners at least once I our lives some more than others. But it�s a good thing there�s no heaven or hell, because there would hardly be anyone in heaven because the rest of us are damned to burn in the sulfuric fires of hell. |
| Having dinner with death First time I saw him it was love at first sight, he was handsome, mysterious and one with the night. Long hair gorgeous eyes I knew that one-day he might be mine. Everyone shuns him everyone fears him but I am the only one who treats him fine. The Night arrives the candles are lit, my true love waits. The clock strikes midnight I look up to see him walking towards me from Hell�s fiery gates. The passion, the fire, I succumb to him and he fulfills my desires. Then I awake and realize it was only a dream, and yet I wish for it to happen again. I would sell my immortal soul just to have dinner with death himself. |
| Emptiness Another day another penny earned. The day has ended just like any other the emptiness is still there. The blackness the hollow feeling. Why is it there? A soul? What is a soul? My life has no meaning it�s the same rat race just with a different outcome at the end. Why am I here? Who would miss me? My mother my father they don�t care they look at me like a mistake in their lives. I feel empty someone help. Why don�t I just die? Let the darkness engulf me, the coolness of the eternal winds of time. Who would stop me? The time is near the time is up. I feel empty but who could change me? |
| Our Own Worse Enemy The devil within, will he come out to play? Maybe tomorrow maybe today. Kick ourselves while we are down? Is that what its like to feel like the proverbial clown? Criticism, Our own worse enemy to ourselves. To thy own self be true? What does it mean when we feel this way day after day? Life is an endless role playing game we are pawns within our own destiny. Does fate care? Why should she, she muses in our humilities in our turmoil. The Dark one is here? No it�s just our inner child afraid to face another day in the so-called paradise. Tears of joy tears of pain? No it�s just the mere fact that it�s only acid rain. Why do we do this to ourselves? Because we can it�s easier to feel sorry for oneself. Do I have the answers? Yes I like to think I do but its not the boss or the antichrist it�s ourselves that are our own worse enemy. |