

still in the nightstill in the night he creeps timid through shadows lurking in dark placesstill in the night
the predator searches the prey so unaware
still in the night moonlight reflects off cold steel he stalks cobblestone streets
his thirst can not be quinched his hunger never satisfied
still in the night..,


never got the chance to sayfor all of thisnever got the chance to say
i am sorry lips is should have never kissed i am sorry words i have never said
i am sorry
what a rotten friend i've been i am sorry some things you can't defend i am sorry you'll never believe i am sorry
life goes on
and still
i am sorry..,
if only for a moment if i could have her full attention, a chance to bend her ear, after i ask how she has been and if she is satisfied, i'd tell her so sincere.., "i am sorry"...,


Love sick poets lost his edgeLove sick poets lost his edge
Her body shook when i kissed her nipple &n


fuck you very muchjust pretend to be less than friends barely strangersfuck you very much
presents no danger to my wife
or your man everyone seems content to just pretend the way reality bends to suit you needs but who am i the prodogy son the diabolical one a means to an end who never pretends
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The girl at her music sits in another sort of light, the fitful, overcast light of life, by which we see ourselves and others only imperfectly, and seldom.
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