Your eye’s pierce me your skin cuts me your soul breaks me and I stay
Why? Why do I stay? I stay so as to feel for there is no other way
There is but one touch, one sweet endless touch from one endless night
Your soul is that of the ancients wise and powerful for your soul bends my
Will and the will of all who feel the power flowing from within you
When I look into your eye’s I feel lost, lost within my own soul
For I have no escape no thought no remorse for I am alone
When I touch you I feel the past future and present at once
The feelings of loneliness rushing from my soul to that of another time
This. This is the reason I stay,
Here we are the two of us all alone sitting by a fire
holding one another till the end of time for our love
surpass all eternity and time for my love there is no
other for me other then you and I hope you feel the
same way too. For when I hold you time stands still
and I see no other and want no other, you are the
one in my heart and soul always on my mind never
drifting away, though it seems that now I have to go
but don’t worry my love I shall return to you again one
day and when that day comes I shall never let you go
for I shall hold you till time stands still and our souls
crumble to the earth. My dear you give me the
strength to
Life is but a dream for there is no reality with no life, no death no
love, no hate, no sweet caress of a woman’s touch or the sweet
sorrow of living with the pain of the world to burden thine own
heart and make thee cry on a cold lonely night when thoust is
crying out in pain for thine lost love but it does not answer the
calls thoust makes but instead beckons you to be with it and as
it beckons you ......................you Die.
Time has forsaken me there for I have forsaken
Time and for this I shall live for all eternity
Without pain without sorrow, without love or hate,
For I shall never again know the sweet serenity
Of a woman’s touch or the pureness of a bitter
Sweet rainy day on a early spring year,
Where the grass is green and the sky is blue
And where the children all laugh and play as carefree
As the day before and the day next,
Or the smell of a rose in bloom with delight and passion.
Now tell me is it all worth giving up for the crime of
Forsaking time and if it is then can you please
Let me know once you have so I can have
Someone to talk to once aga
Time is an interesting thing it never ends yet time
never begins even so if time never begins it can
never end and if time does not begin then time can
never move on and age is then an allusion and if age is
an allusion then death cannot be and if death is not
there then life is unreal and if life is unreal then time
cannot be so there for time is a thing that is nothing
more than a mere metaphor like the pureness of poison
in a vipers strike so if time is nothing more then a
metaphor then what is life and why do we age and if
we age then why is time, time.
There is a place in my head in which I go.
A place in which I go deep in my sole that
has no light, no air, no self-control, no
sweet embrace, no loves content.
This is a place I call the Dark Room when
I'm there no-one cares for there is no one
to care for I am alone in this place called
the Dark Room it saddens me and it breaks me
then I fall deep into my soul never to return
to the world of the living and feel thin
graceful embrace, and to feel the love of a
woman who has loved all before and not
again. For I am hatred and love and life
and death I am the Dark Room I steal
you and then I die and then you become
what I once was never knowin
Here I am all alone in this dark and dreary place I call home,
I am one with myself and no other, longing for no other.
In this place I call home I have nothing but darkness’ company.
For I have loved once and no more for I am lost,
Lost in this world I call my home never to return to the place I once knew.
Here I have no worries, no cares, and no troubles at all,
For I have not even a flicker of hope left that I shall feel.
And now here I am writing this for you my love,
The one who has sent me to this place of loss and Despair.
Now in my final hours I say that I love thee,
And will always remember thee for all time.
I am alone in this world watching waiting for my
Love to come along. For you see she has been
gone for quite some time and I long for her touch
once again on this night of cold loneliness I call
my life. Agony has cursed me with this pain
of not having her here with me on this night in
which I’m gone, gone from the world I once knew all
to well for I have done things to redeem myself,
but all is lost to this thing we blind humans
call agony.
Your eye’s pierce me your skin cuts me your soul breaks me and I stay
Why? Why do I stay? I stay so as to feel for there is no other way
There is but one touch, one sweet endless touch from one endless night
Your soul is that of the ancients wise and powerful for your soul bends my
Will and the will of all who feel the power flowing from within you
When I look into your eye’s I feel lost, lost within my own soul
For I have no escape no thought no remorse for I am alone
When I touch you I feel the past future and present at once
The feelings of loneliness rushing from my soul to that of another time
This. This is the reason I stay,
Here we are the two of us all alone sitting by a fire
holding one another till the end of time for our love
surpass all eternity and time for my love there is no
other for me other then you and I hope you feel the
same way too. For when I hold you time stands still
and I see no other and want no other, you are the
one in my heart and soul always on my mind never
drifting away, though it seems that now I have to go
but don’t worry my love I shall return to you again one
day and when that day comes I shall never let you go
for I shall hold you till time stands still and our souls
crumble to the earth. My dear you give me the
strength to
Life is but a dream for there is no reality with no life, no death no
love, no hate, no sweet caress of a woman’s touch or the sweet
sorrow of living with the pain of the world to burden thine own
heart and make thee cry on a cold lonely night when thoust is
crying out in pain for thine lost love but it does not answer the
calls thoust makes but instead beckons you to be with it and as
it beckons you ......................you Die.
Time has forsaken me there for I have forsaken
Time and for this I shall live for all eternity
Without pain without sorrow, without love or hate,
For I shall never again know the sweet serenity
Of a woman’s touch or the pureness of a bitter
Sweet rainy day on a early spring year,
Where the grass is green and the sky is blue
And where the children all laugh and play as carefree
As the day before and the day next,
Or the smell of a rose in bloom with delight and passion.
Now tell me is it all worth giving up for the crime of
Forsaking time and if it is then can you please
Let me know once you have so I can have
Someone to talk to once aga
Time is an interesting thing it never ends yet time
never begins even so if time never begins it can
never end and if time does not begin then time can
never move on and age is then an allusion and if age is
an allusion then death cannot be and if death is not
there then life is unreal and if life is unreal then time
cannot be so there for time is a thing that is nothing
more than a mere metaphor like the pureness of poison
in a vipers strike so if time is nothing more then a
metaphor then what is life and why do we age and if
we age then why is time, time.
There is a place in my head in which I go.
A place in which I go deep in my sole that
has no light, no air, no self-control, no
sweet embrace, no loves content.
This is a place I call the Dark Room when
I'm there no-one cares for there is no one
to care for I am alone in this place called
the Dark Room it saddens me and it breaks me
then I fall deep into my soul never to return
to the world of the living and feel thin
graceful embrace, and to feel the love of a
woman who has loved all before and not
again. For I am hatred and love and life
and death I am the Dark Room I steal
you and then I die and then you become
what I once was never knowin
Here I am all alone in this dark and dreary place I call home,
I am one with myself and no other, longing for no other.
In this place I call home I have nothing but darkness’ company.
For I have loved once and no more for I am lost,
Lost in this world I call my home never to return to the place I once knew.
Here I have no worries, no cares, and no troubles at all,
For I have not even a flicker of hope left that I shall feel.
And now here I am writing this for you my love,
The one who has sent me to this place of loss and Despair.
Now in my final hours I say that I love thee,
And will always remember thee for all time.
I am alone in this world watching waiting for my
Love to come along. For you see she has been
gone for quite some time and I long for her touch
once again on this night of cold loneliness I call
my life. Agony has cursed me with this pain
of not having her here with me on this night in
which I’m gone, gone from the world I once knew all
to well for I have done things to redeem myself,
but all is lost to this thing we blind humans
call agony.