eyes;. but throught these eyes it's all the same. Days go by, sands of time, love denied, and as I wait,. alone remain. to comfort me?. Passions played, lovers games abate;. the seasons change, and then
we scream like alley cats. Tearing down what we attack. To prove that we are one Cutting through the night. And we find the seeds of lust. And lose our minds on one intent. These passions never
