In Surreal Dreams, I Wander Through The Night, To Places Beyond The Realm Of Mortal Light; Where Time, Space & Reason Take Flight, And All That Was, Becomes What It Is Not; I Speak In Tongues That Are Not Quite My Own, And Hear The Whispers Of A Distant Shore, Where Madness And Delight Are All Grown
(gift given)
by Wings Of An Angel
