He's there Reaching that hand out In disguise of a fellow man
Grabbing you into his world Shinning that smile That hides his cynicals
His eyes full of wonder in the person you are His lies locked behind what seemed to be truth in those gems of irises Longing in a sickening desire
Love burns you alive from what seeps from him Painless, numbed by the blindness of love He holds you like you've never had before
He's there Glimmering shards of white lights The pits of fire in those wonderment of eyes Vemon seep from the tounge.
I found this in my files, having no remembrance of writing it, but it was in my files, so I guess i wrote it. Never finished it. Not even sure what i was really going for besides a man who lies behind perfection.