From Parsippany With Love

Now `tis the month of October
Cold air in the breeze
Leaves jump out of trees
Undressing their robes-yellow,grey,green
Skyfull of clouds
Shedding shades of watery dreams
Faces of Innocence come out of Mists
Ugliness in your Hearts
The prayers priests cannot preach
Destruction and desolation dumping in Dreams
Deaths and disease
Especially in the October Wind
While I see my shadows weep
Walking along alone on the crevices of kiss!
I crave her,I be her kiss
Deep in the IV of Pleasure pain full of Envy
Hers lips so gentle,soft,sweet
My finger touches her
Warmthness erupts in our skin,recoils she
Take I a step back to resist