Watching her
Strolling in the night
so white
Wondering why
it's only after dark

In her eyes
A distant fire light
burns bright
Wondering why
it's only after dark

I find myself in her room
Feel the fever of my doom
Falling falling
through the floor
I'm knocking on the Devil's door

In the dawn
I wake up to find
her gone
And a note says
Only after dark

Burning burning
in the flame
Now I know her
secret name
You can tear her temple down
but she'll be back
and rule again

In my heart
A deep and dark
and lonely part
Wants her and
waits for after dark


Tito & Tarantula


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Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping--waiting. And though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir; open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead.


Angelus


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I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.


Anais Nin


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And they feasted on each other to satiate their starving;

this hunger of the eyes, skin, the whole body and spirit;

which made others criminals, robbers, rapers, barbarians;

which caused wars, invasions, plundering and murder...

...but within these two

alchemized, into love.


Anais Nin