Submissions by RoboRamZ

Her hair is Fire
Like her eyes burning though my soul
To live or die upon her recognition
Last mission into hope and the Divine
Kindly wind back the clocks of Time
So that I might lie in her favor
And more greatly savor
Her countenance so Sublime

Stirring eyes
To my surprise
I don’t recall requesting to rise
Can I speak to someone in charge
Larger than size
A silent Spy
No reply

So I hide inside grand desperation
Imprisoned in this palace station
Kept in translucent skin
Blended in to satin days
Monotony mounting my stay

Sleep
Sexy scene of death
Live to rest
Reaching death which rules the world

Who knows if a certain hotel Sultan lost his lease
Lost interest or control
Or is simply comfort for the holes we...