To a man with no soul,
Whose eyes are like blackened sky,
Whose touch,
Is like cemement against my hand,
Cold and bare, Hard and calloused,
And everyday,
When I close my eyes,
I see my phantom lover staring back at me,
The one to rescue me from this life of poreous pain,
His lips are as the rose morning dew,
His breath is the source of all life,
His eyes are the deepths of the sea,
Quivering waters that shall engulf me,
My hands reach out,
Touch the contour of his face,
Soft and velvet skin,
We connect through rythm of soul,
A deepness that no one can fathom,
I am his and he is mine,
Only,
But for a moment,
The fog suits its master,
And I watch him fade away,
The time is not yet,
He drifts slowly into the night,
I am left in the arms of my lover,
The one who holds no soul,
And a loveless night follows
Yet every night I dream,
Of my phantom lover,
And pray he finds me
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MISERY IS ALL I KNOW
ODE TO MIKEKALIS
LOVE IS MY FRIEND
THOUGHTS AND DREAMS
INSIDE THE PAIN
BITTER
ANGEL
FLY BEAUTY FLY
OLD OAK TREE
MICHAEL
SWEET SORROW
SWEET SORROW
WALK AWAY
THE SONG OF JOHN