The tone of one s laugh startles you slightly Bringing you back to a vision unsightly A chill of rememberance tingles your spine As it all comes to life so real in your mind Those eyes that face that devilish grin Scaring you to death yet pulling you in Wrapped around his finger like a wedding band Losing your reality strand by strand Being slowly broken down just as waves upon shore Your cries can do nothing for it s you who creates This visionary man these psychotic states ANSI BY THE MASKED PIRATE LiT BY REFLECTION (C) GRIP AD PRODUCTIONS 93 OK I OVER DID THE BLOOD THING