Targetheart

The fire of your feelings The light of my desires The flash of your hope The beam of your love So much bright and scorching Only the angel of my dreams Can beam that way The angel of suffering, Of love and pride You wait and hope for us to meet You are invited by your tender look And soft touch of your feelings You're afraid of your demon But you're attracted by him He suffers greatly His heart is broken, his soul is crushed Like a shroud of dense mist on his way His blind oblivion kills his flesh On the bloody feasts and voluptuous pleasures