I see the wanderers that drink from their chalice poisoned by its filthy drunken power... I see the people who yearn for the white crystalline powder that sends euphoric encryption into the minds of crippled.... The amphetamine that sends chills throughout the bodies of those who can't sleep.... The flowers that send a message of peace that surrounds their peripherals.... I see chaos that can not be cured.... I care not for those who stand in front of me, for they are illusions.. A game that I do not wish to play, for I do not need another person to speak to, for they only teach me when I am lost. I shall guide them when they need to be guided, but never inside of a bond that lasts. I cry the tears that weep from flesh for only one... For a friend who I may share my thoughts.... A woman that I shall adore in lust and pleasure... A lover that I may touch and feel as we open ourselves to each other's bodies.... An angel that has come to seek my death in life.... So I may perish peacefully in her cradle.... And lay under her wings as she tastes my spirit that she consumes.... But I receive so much from the world that I shall give back as sacrifice.... And my eyes will look no where beyond the eyes of the maiden that sings in dark.... Who speaks in morn and touches with passion....
