CAMELOT FANTASIES

WICKED MY DREAMS

Night and wicked dreams, transcends themselves thru the mind.
There for the screams, they become muted in time.
Deafness to the mind, visions blind for the  extreme.
Let me take you, for that ride supreme.
Down the devils slide, thru the dreams.
From the visions, ov your fright.
Alone I will sit at night, savoring your screams.
Intuitive blinds, run thru the visionary streams.
Beautiful and dignified, the creatures within the dark that they hide.
Upon my dark, is the luv ov crimson mind.
I look to the unique to find, what's lefy ov this morbid kind.