vinylgypsy

/begin ramble

casting a twisted shadow like a dead child of nature
who am i to believe everything will be just fine?
if i could only brush the aura of the angelic dames that frequent my daydreams..
wide awake and no chance to dismiss these visions of beauty..
if they only knew..
surrounded i can only stare and praise being a man..
surrounded i can only stare and curse being a man..
forever on the thin line..
these angels have claws and fangs when they choose to..
embrace my vagabond soul and tell me lies..
if i have to bleed to be closer to you i don't mind..
from the depths of hell..
to the tower of purgatory..
pull me up towards the gates of your heaven..
baby i'm home..

/end ramble