Demon of Fantasy

Deep inside twisted dreams past subconcious psychosis far away from what life means She creates hypnosis and the wind carries her voice as she cries tears of brimstone If I had one wish or choice It's this dark angel alone This demon of fantasy Is my one sick morbid love Her lipstick is blood from me and God comdems her from above Her eyes are blacker than coal Her moan sends chills down my spine and her cold hands pierce my soul as our skin and flesh entwine My eyes open and she's not there just the thought of a memory or a dream thinner than air she isn't real, not for me