Eyes of a Goddess, Hair of a Queen,
And whom of you find it obscene
That yet how I adore so, She doesn't notice me
So I fight on with a mask of glee, we are meant to be
Pride, the sharp pain before the climax
Yet another obstical of Innovation
A test as my heart takes on the tax
Hindering me lifeless, til I can see my light
Will you be that light?
The gateway to stardom; heaven?
I am Born Yet not alive, Send lessons of your love
Giving powerful erosion to the walls
Opposing attractions Stand tall and sure
I the virus and you the cure
And as I go into the night, sleeping
Into my dreams, I'm sure, you will be creeping.