The mirror reflects a voided space For there are no eyes upon my face I've searched through all the realms of time To find the eyes that once were mine My existence is plagued by an empty face Who's vacant eyes are a hollowed space Tormented by a question, who's answer can't be found Wrapped within a riddle, lies and answer so profound I've looked within my splintered mind Futile searches, I cannot find, I cannot see..... My eyes are blind
I've searched in places no one goes Where the answer lies no one knows I've asked the wicked, I've asked the wise But no one sees behind my eyes I've searched the sewers of my soul And still the answer I do not know I've searched forever, I've searched in vain But there's nothing left that resembles sane I cannot see, I cannot cry The question burns. . . Who am I ?????. . .
Deliverance
I've been waiting for deliverance From this heart that's paralyzed Deliver me from this place Where my thoughts are tranquilized Come and stand beside me Just so I can feel you near Til the beating of your heart Becomes the only sound I hear Deliver me your smile And melt my frozen soul Pull me out from where I hide Pull me from this somber hole Deliver me I'm begging you I'm down upon my knees Deliver me to the place where all your thoughts run free pull me into the corners Into the recesses of your mind And introduce me to the other you The you no one can find Take my hand and guide me Down your darkened halls Stand in front and lead me Through your maze of walls Lay my hands upon you Let my fingers feel your scars Open up the door and your mind And tell me who you are I'm waiting for deliverance To deliver my shattered trust I'm waiting for deliverance And I'm waiting because I must
Dangerous
Delicate, yet decadent, ever tempting to the eye, with silken skin, and supple breasts, tender nipples begging to be sucked.
Her body is taut, so tight, and so toned. Her painted pouty lips make me long to be the glass from which she sips. She stares through me with her starving sexual appetite, making me want to be her meal, her desert.... to be what makes her belly full. Her pu$$y so wild, so untamed, tucked ever so sweetly between her black widow thighs. Enticing me, inviting me, luring me inside of her. She's dripping her juice all over me, glossing me, holding me tight inside her.
She's using me, abusing me, treating me like an object of lust. She's intense, and she takes all of me, every drop of me. She leaves me lying on the floor covered in sweat, and staring at the ceiling. First thinking, then knowing, that I was just the prey of a predator of the most sexual nature. She left me disposed, exposed, exhausted. She consumed me, and my being entirely. Still I don't know who she is, but I do know she's pure sex.
