CAMELOT FANTASIES

Voice calming
Relax your muscles
Yes we faded
As the sun left
Leaves us all in pure darkness
Night has life
Let it out
The Day is dead
Let it go turn your head
See my inner shadows darken also
Do we really want to die?
Black touching Black
Tongues of neglect
Wrapped in our cocoon
Of Death
Blooms
Newer times
We write on another time
pen in hand
We scribble our ink
Till the Very End
When out of ink and at the pub
Will blood let the waitress first
Writing with her blood seems
Sensual to me ?
I need you
To...
Maybe a portrait I'm drowning in red