Deaed Eye

[Demian]

Clouds are Weaving
While I'm sleeping
And I'm in the Thick of It

I see where Love falls
I watch the Lapping
I'm Sick of Love

Sick of Love
I'm in the Thick of It

So far Away
Inside your Heart
I have to let you Go
I'm Sick of It

 

[T.H. Oughts]

To Penetrate

I can not help but prejudice of others,
as you are not as them.

How can words of others matter,
when yours penetrate, not just touch.

Is sleep necessary,
when thought of surrender freshens.

Should I take food for my being,
when your eyes I feed of,
your body I drink.

Is total surrender to drown or survive

T.H.

 

[Demian]

Your Eyes

I've seen you Sleeping before

Lead the World

Show them the Way

I'll dive into You
Should it all Crumble down

A smile

Shows the Tear the Way

 

[T.H. Oughts]

Icecubes of Passion

Afterglow in sweet dreams,
no further cries of death.

Among passion was coolness,
though heat reared in abundance.

Their lives were not in vein,
they gave for the pleasure of others.

They in the name of desire.
Desire for continuance.