AFTER DREAMING, UNDER A BURNING SUN INTO THE LAND OF THE RED DUST CAME THE EASTERN ONE IN A NOWHERE VOID IT FEELS LIKE A TWILIGHT ZONE SHOCKED AND FROZEN BY COLD SO FORGOTEN MARK ETERNAL I THINK I SEE ANGELS WINGS AN IMAGE OF LIGHT AN END IN SIGHT PASSION SINGS IN SCREEMING INTENSITY TENTION SPILS OUT ITS SO EASY TO MUCH LIKE A FLOOD WHEN UNLEASHED IT NEARLY KILLS ME
LOVE HURTS, AND LOVE HEALS WOUNDED, SCARRED, MEMORY LEAVES
MY THROAT RAN DRY WORDS WERE LIKE WHISPERS LIKE A LIVING NIGHTMARE BAD DREAMS BEYOND BELIEF THIS WAS TORTURE AND AGONY AND I COULD ONLY SCREAM TO BE HEARD I STILL YEARN TO BE HEARD I COULD ONLY SCREAM TO BE HEARD I STILL YEARN TO BE HEARD I COULD ONLY SCREAM TO BE HEARD I STILL YEARN TO BE HEARD