The sun bids her final byebyes,
as her crystal amber rays retire to the east,
and the winged sky divers return tweeting to their nestlings, eventually the night falls,
and the cages in our minds open
the beasts within are unleashed
the wolf clothed in sheep cloths
begin to wage war agnist our deep emotions
that's where it all begins.
That's Where it all begins, when the night is
at the peak of her pitch darkness
and the mind is just an empty vaccum
of nothingness,feeding the demon within
with plenty of idle space to dig out every erotic scenes, play every phonographic film and pause at every nude image, tools of an idle workshop buried deep within Peter, Marry, John's memory lane like a slide show on a screen stiring up a burning sexual sensation within that keeps tearing through test buds like a hot spring, gnashing out of the parent rocks
encoding a singnal that only spine and nevers can decode, arousing a desire for pleasure