Don...

He is that nasty
That beautiful Gangster
holding guns in his deep pockets
taking lives with dancing bullets
Hiding behind a dark Ray-Ban
keeping the child
exposing the man
playing with life rated toys
living these fantasies of growing up boys
enjoying the game
of the rational nonsense
claiming the fame
of his defeated resistance
at her sight
roaming his mind
for one more rewind
to get her close
to the one he once was
but then his laughter cracks
there are no come-backs
It is a non-stop tune
that is on a shuffle
his infinite struggle
with that daring Him
and that frightened Him
the child-man is having fun
Holding the moon and melting the sun
In her eyes
his time flies
for seconds
he is her vampire knight
sucking his life out of her night
then he gets bored
his agony roared
but she is still his weakening strength
arranging all his vulnerability
upon her lips
he strikes
all his wits
inviting her bits
to recollect in his fits
her presence hits
all his toughness
in the heart
that part
is still in flesh
pumping this nagging flood
that pours life in blood
and her name
his mind is in a shame
but it is never the same
when she is that around!
his silence is nothing but her sound
he is where she is found
brushing all his skills
the time comes for his demons pills
counting the dreams in that little boy's eyes
he mastered the art of smiling lethal allebyes



His danger calls him
for one more trip
Her thunder drags him
arousing on her tip
Car-sequence haunting
flying off that 300ft building
He makes them all in cold blood
charming death,
to sit and watch
giving birth to his seventh life
In her arms
the child in him still enjoys cartoons
craving for that candy and some balloons
yet His anxious urge
is soon to emerge
and he is back
again in black
riding his extremes
flashing his own beams
within her eyes
He knows it by now
whenever it is the time,
it is only by her side
that gentle whisper
rubbing his scars
that soft and tender
carving her initials
on the walls of his darkness
humming, at that shivering gush
the beast in him, would actually blush..
at her touch..
bringing all his pains home
taming his bewildered syndrome
of fear
so near
just like the breeze
scented
with his own aroma
driving his mind on a high speed wheel
His frontiers of Steele
keep her safe
inside that fresh part
that nobody knows about
In his heart
Sarcastically smiling,
pressing the engine to the maximum burn.