Open your eyes and tell me what you see? A simple pawn, playing a Kings game. Capture those feelings of sorrow and pain. Hold them ransom and accept one’s fate. Open your eyes and tell me what you see? A tyrannical game not fit for me. The sheep are lead by wolves to the slaughter….
A poem of love and the feeling.
In the midst of the gates. There’s a story to tale. Bound by the heart, Molded with love. A mere sense of smitten infatuation, Clouded by Dark Desire. A mist has transpired, Sacred fumes of vivacious pheromones. Love Love like no other, A creation which has no atonement. What we create shall never become desolate….