The heart says what only the heart knows.
I can create a vibe without saying anything, just by being in the room.
Writhe and sway to music's pain searing with asides, caress death with a lover's touch for it shall be your bride.
The rich son waits for his father to die, the poor just drink and cry.
Perfect Night has that magic and it has the raw energy that grabs you by the throat.
Jealousy endlessly eats through my mind, and jealously endlessly makes me be unkind.