In mind thoughts of inspiration,
ways for my essence to have a transformation,
shadows and darkness tend to build intimidation,
everything foggy in my imagination,
for your adoration I would go through crucifixion,
sitting in a vacant bench causes me much depression,
always in search for the light of my illumination,
the sweet and enchanting aroma of a lady
is the form of the worlds temptation,
everything I want from this world is simply adoration,
wish my heart can return from vacation,
grasping a ladies hand,
my own to hold and love would be my adoration,
all the black cells are outburst of my cellular mutation, there is no more forms of illusion,
only enchanting spells and forms of incantations,
as following a mermaids voice been lure to deception,
my heart screaming its freedom from captivation,
for I search for my lovely star and rose
would be my destination,
words simply expressing my minds self expression