The Dream of Love

In this dream that I saw

Me and you together

Singing in the rain

Under the cloud cover

Not marred by the cold

But enjoying our warmth

Feeling the numbness

Shearing the pleasure

Holding our both hands

Looking in to your eyes

Searching for your gaze

Yet blankness I discover

Looking straight through me

Undermining my existence

Like a brute odd force

Separating our relation

Oh then do I realize

That it is not true

For in reality

Through me straight you won’t look

This is just a nightmare

A cold play memories me, fool

For in real, you are dead

Never to be in vision

The Player

What is love

His only desire

What is pain

In his burnin fire

What is his plan

With consequences dire

What is the job

For which doom he hires

What is excitement

When so soon he tires

What is the reason

He hangs on that wire

What is the truth

When his surname's a liar

The Holy Whore

She has seen it all, done it all
In more ways than one
For the one whom God you call
Uses her for sexual fun

Her body dipped in temptation
Her beauty undeniable
The queen of the fairy nation
But not told in any fable

She licks her lips and works her tongue
As she teases the lord for pleasure
Dancing to the song the angels sing
Her appeal has no level of measure

She enjoys her life, her godly lovers
What if she’s considered a tool
She says it aloud, never covers
Am the holy Whore, your God I rule.