Nightmares still your beauty 
You sip from a glass of death 
His claws scratch off your skin 
Wrapped in suede you fall asleep 
You walk into the garden of passion 
You talk to souls 
I feel faith your silent breath 
I want to join our ways 
You fall asleep on the wings of night 
You read from the books of dreams 
Controlled by negative thoughts 
You sleep on it's wings