Do you see what I see in the night?
Darkness in the midst of the shadows and light,
Wicked as the witch that charms you just right.
Laying on the emotions that arouse that ****** appeal.
Interesting enough the crowd is intense.
Longing after every scene that is about to be revealed.
Can’t you feel the shivers running up your spine,
When you feel that touch that is so sweet and divine?
Labouring in it’s own delight day after day.
Searching for the lust that it feeds off,
The emotions that bleeds darkness.

Standing outside two strokes before midnight waiting on a train,
He feels a whisper in his soul creeping around him.
He runs only to remember he has a train to catch.
He shakes it off and takes two deep breaths.
Within that time he feels the whisper again,
This time like a blade through the heart.
Once gain the crowd in the shadows fears grew intense.
Darkness only but a tail to the man,
Forever longs to be with him once again.
He’s unaware of the one true love.

Before he knows it, it’s the dawn of a new day.
He missed the hidden darkness on that train,
While the witch fiddled away.

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As Our Flesh Connected,
Our souls began to dance.

Your voice so sweet as you yell.
Touching me with your freshly unusual scented aura.
Every time I’d roll my eyes over I would hear a bell,
And I would sense that uncomfortable horror.

Then you would leave after the tenth touch.
Abruptly you would leave at the peak of the mountain top.
I would cry as I hear the rain go drip drop,
And the old man with his black and white keys,
Would express his laughter out loud.

The beauty in which belong to our love has,
Faded with the autumn day. I’d hope you come back,
And  steal my prayer away. Sensitivity in your
Light, to bask in your presence before the,
Midnight.

Let’s dance, I told my spirit until your,
Return. Heartache longs after death until,
My soul learns. I intertwine with the rain,
An danced with the vines. I felt the,
Touch it’s you again. Your heart and mine.

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