CAMELOT FANTASIES

SPIRITUAL ABYSS

Within the kiss, does time mimics.
Is it the traumatics, ov the abyss.
The mind ov emptiness, trapped within.
Could it be with sin, the soul that's coming amiss.
Matted all up to resist, inside ov me.
Visions, that you will receive.
Going thru my mind, there's a spiritual need.
Chastising this luv, that has gone blind.
Sitting here in the dark, captivates my heart.
With the blindness ov it's start, visually it is seen.
With a deluge, ov charismatic stars.
Within the kiss, it mimics our time.