" Phantom Passions "
As the days rolls out and the shadows crawl in.
The phantom passions of my mind awaken for the insanity to begin.
How sweet the taste of your body on my soul.
Phantom passions, focus on their outlines.
Love is not real today, see.
phantom passions are all there will ever be.
Rip, tear, torture my sickening immortal spirit.
I try to escape to find my heart blackened out.
Desire and lust burning inside me like white fire.
Phantom passions are etch in my mind.
Phantoms I focus on their blurred lines.
Passions are hot, phantom passion are all I will feel.
I reach out my hand in despair, discovering that no-one else is there.
Life is full of loneliness, some fear I will never feel the touch of a loving hand.
Phantom passions are all there will be.
Phantom passions, my whole body is a gate, to be and never see.
By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier
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