Pour me your sorrows
Tell me your fears
Show me your insanity
Even before the morrow
Your soul's silent whispering mine hears
In this cold abyss your warming touch
Ignited an ever burning torch
Show me your fears and I'll lend you my eyes
See through the flames that you are mine
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Hypnosis: Vol I
PoetryA Collection of Poems ********************************************* Love may be a facade. Love may be deceptive. Even now in this state I write of love, I myself may not be in consciousnesses.
