Prince of Lunacy

Sit I trip, I trip to you
Hanging babies on the wall.
Like pictures from this hell,
Take another one for me.
Wake dream, nightmare scream,
Throwing down my past again.
Pulling forth the lust within,
My dancing days are dark and few.
Here lay and think of you,
Saving my last breathe to who.
Maybe the answer,
Lies only in you.
In fear lies death,
In spirit we are free.
In death lies myself,
Awakened from you.
Bastard Prince of Lunacy,
You know the king beneath the streets.
You have knelt and washed his feet,
At your own dark table.