• Sometimes when I look at the moon I think of you and and how you left me in its light full of fright, fire fire in your eyes whats wrong with your twisted mind. No guilt you a shame and hate to hear my name. I picked my poison and know what I got I wont go so easily next time if your out there go to hell tell me tell me dear love of mine what is love I'd hate to make your mistake and confuse reality with my fantasies so tell me who are we really?
    Lovers? Lusters? Or mortal enemies?