A stranger was there for all the rough talk.
Might be as dark as shadows.
Might be as passionate as a chain smoker.
But darkness could be soothing.
Could be fire.
Could be Sagittarius.
Could hallow the pure blood
But with a spoon full of Pinot Noir!
A stranger was a temporary pleasure.
For all the music.
Might be as satanic as Beherit.
Might be a traveler disguised as a Bezzie.
But illuminati could be soothing.
Could be fire.
Could be Sagittarius.
Could hallow the pure soul
But with a spoon full of Pinot Noir!