Wrapped In Suede

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