I possess an illness,an addiction to your drug.A sip of rose wineand conversation intoxicates me,and I am left cravingthe petals of your rose.Symptoms of lonelinessand the longing for you,I have no regretsfor my addiction to you.Your beauty is thus...

In search of a twin flame When the heart wants more Four chambers to hold and secure Not obvious to those Whose hearts are closed To the possibility That there could be more for you and me Yeah, some will consider it to be greedy I consider...

Bested by faith. Corrupted, enslaved.Witness my downfall. My wits beyond doubtful.Up for discussion, confused by concussions.Drowned in my tears, I take beats like percussions.Leaking my scarlet, but I keep my star lit.Scarred by the martyr, alone in this mosh...