Ghost 6 to Red Rosé

PAIN 1

The vitamins are drained to empty my skinned winters.

Till the moon drops below the reach of zero in your empty eyes.

Each element of my omega will become the sage of every frozen saga.

Emotional lighters lit the fuse igniting for what's missing in the frictions of our firestorms.

The alignments of all our violent souls that came clashing for a wicked step.

Its our tripling fall as we trip from each stolen grace.

Nothing left but swollen creeds sliding on a rocky lullaby.

Leaving us with the corner stones of our hard burned skins carved with the intials of our enemy.

We want to live like Kings in command of our own hate.

Live in command of our Kings in command of yours.

Sing and dance under command of our own naked Queens.

To Beat the commandments to fight for our dreams as Kings.

We are hypnotic in our visions of each others ghost that haunt these versing thrones. 

Pound by pound in thick golden bars we sound off for the falling decay of greed.

The days are heavier in these empty commands now that I'm home and I look for her farther away. I'm number than I use to be when I look at every strangulation of veins bleed my missing heart for her. A hate is quite the reconciled mask that I find but can't wear as well with this submission. I'm hoping I can fix my focus again. This is part one of a recovery I can't afford to loose. I'm going to find her again. I miss you so much Erika. I'm going to work on making this better again. Please wait ok. I don't know if I can ever talk or think peacefully. But for you sake and my family I will. Good night.

Ghost 6 out...