For day's I wait.Silently waiting. Never detoured by times slow moving hands. It's late, never before, so why now do I feel her hold.I guess I'm growing old. This was never a part of the plan.
Dream about tomorrow. Hoping for the day. The future of the world. Not so far away. I lay watching, waiting for the picture show. Guess one day it's all gonna blow.
Tailor made evening with a glimps of fame.She told him she loved him. Said I was to blame. But when the music played and the light's were dim. Demons and Angels fighting over them.
Alice couldn't make it. The madman had a feast. Lizzy Bordon serving fingers on a tray. Who invited the Beast? He's too rough when he wants to play. I hope he finds his bed, with blue roses blooming in the sand. The queen of hearts, ready to behead any man.
Dragon layin in the brimstone ash. I see him, then gone with a flash.What a party. What a display. Human flesh tempted then carried away.The moon is now rising evening is past. You just wish The trip would last.
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