Loves Hearse

the fact that life as we knew it has come and gone the horizons of life on a different plane... have started to take shape .. there are no emotions in the seas of the dead... life is just a fantasy of the longing for love.. when the love is missing you know I will be kissing... the devils last daughter... for in her eyes will be all I need to live... and dance the dance that last forever... in the darkness of my soul she will have all of that controls... the window of my heart her wicked ways... will allow my eyes to glaze from the lying phase... for the lovers are no longer loving they are... pushing and shoving the touch of their hate... for what was allowed to waste in the bodies... of the dead hearts beating their feet are fleeting... their souls are seething and yet they have yet to meet... on the streets of the traveled souls of what God let go... in the universe of what is now so perverse... they board loves lonely hearse....