Summer sing me to my rest

i am restless

i am senseless

i am wordless

in worldliness

Los

 So i dig my grave, but all in vain for i still am alive.

Death.... what sleep i will patiently wait for.

But what about life, why must we play with death, death is not a game...

but an ending of life.

Life is awe-inspiring and divine

Her hair fell like a flury of black rage

as is cascaded an even flow

of wonder as i lay next to the femme

I lay my hand upon her heaving brow

But all for not she was endowed with a priceless jewel

belonging once to a former love, and which she passed on to me

but love can not be held and least not in my hand...

a flash of lightning can raise the pulse

but not the way love can

her scorching eyes hold my gaze and my life slips away but

her voice has brought me back

and rescuded me from death

What wonder and mystery surrounds the night and how miraculas the moon doth shine from the heavens. and were for is my heaven for this earth does not hold such beauty that heaven does hold on high. for what beauty can we say matches to heaven as does the night.. with its dark mystery and the secret that there now lies. be soft and yet whisper the sound that does escape into the dark lustful and jealous night that i would then kill if it were to be ruined by the dawn. Oh Hateful sun! why must you take my night, my dreams, my desires.. my romance away from me... but in the end... night falls again. and sleep is not so hard to come by. Good night my light... and Good morining my night... pleasure found deep in dark perpetual sleep.