Curtains fall past shallow eyes,
A darkened past,
One that doesn’t seem to escape him,
Summoned by the angel of darkness,
Withering wings of vinyl destroy him,
A tattered soul,
This touch he can not feel,
Torn from innocents,
Emotionless,
Loveless is he not?
He feeds on your vision,
In hopes to see something worthwhile,
As a vampire he slips inside peacefully,
Longing for a taste to subside the hunger burning inside,
Pureness in disguise,
Only longing for a gentle touch,
A kiss of a fallen angel,
Someone to hold,
All he wants is love. |
