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
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