Mmmm...Nice feeling,
Like warm water,
Running down my forehead,
Caressing the skin.

It's not a sin,
To like the feeling,
That I'm feeling,
Is it now?

Sitting next to him,
Feeling my side warm,
From his energy,
His love.

I can feel the warmth,
Deep beneath my fingers,
And between my palms,
Like a beam.

Oh the dreams,
The Dreams,
Like energy beams,
Through my eyes,
Revealing why's,
And lies.
Is it a sin,
To like this feeling,
That sends me reeling,
Into over-drive,
Into my past-live....

Burning flames,
From my finger-tips,
From my mind,
The Pyro kind.

And the thoughts,
Flow from my thought,
To the minds,
Of little childs...

Ok, some shitty English there but it's my poem so NERF! I'm listening to Type O Negative, I'm in a good mood cos of it too so I WROTE A POEM!!!!!!!yay. I'm sure you're all happy(not).:P REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!