These are works by the SnowAngel. A very good friend of mine.

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Till I met you

Sept '98

My heart was made of porcelain

I gave it to you to hold

When I got it back again

The porcelain had turned to gold

I'll never know

Sept '98

What happens to the birds at night,

Where the owl hides from the light,

I'll never know,

I'll never know.

Which angel watches over me,

The song the wind sings to the sea,

I'll never know,

I'll never know.

Blood Lust

Aug '98

On the darkest night,

In its darkest hour,

I can taste their fear,

I can feel my power.

The moon will rise,

The shadows will fall,

The madness enslaves me,

I heed its call.

Such terror be known,

As never before.

I laugh at their screams,

And keep craving more.

Sweet blood will spill,

An innocent dies.

My hunger at last,

Is satisfied.