Fairy Tale Stories

An essence takes this night
Rock and Roll fills this smoky room
Our song carries me into a black magic trance
A heavy weightless sigh welcomes me into my lonely space
A charted man carries my beauty
and he stings the flesh so weak in texture
A love blind in all its six senses
A love lived through all my unfortunatly lost chances

I'm a month too late, can't be mine
He's a month too early, can't be his
don't know how to show him pure
or prove myself capable of bliss
my lust still longs for a once fairy tale kiss
tell me how I can lay beside
A lifeless man so always there, so mine
I drew the line
I locked the dead inside so I would punish love
so I wouldn't see him shine
and have only my suffering to think of