Dreams are made of purest passions
Dreams are made of purest passions
Always there, to feed the mind
But how do i tell where lies the line
Between passion and obsession
That clouds the mind?
I feel the need, a fire burns me
I run eyes closed, how can I win?
Is there still hope for me
To save my soul,
With hell within?
Unfaithful muse, It’s been a while.
Many stories lack the end,
So many nights I called in vain,
Watching nightmares passing by.
