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.