Prince of Neverland

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I’m dying in my dreams, and don’t know what it means,
I’m reaching out for Neverland, to find Wendy and fairies maybe.
Where’s my brunette story? Where’s my never ending tale?
I’m looking out for my pen, a paper and a muse,
And I have found them all now,
The Triad, perfection,
Damnation? No longer,
A beauty, a trade, my heart for your kiss,
Your lips, my bliss, the holy glory of sweet nightmares.
The Queen, the clock, a hook, and a sparkling star,
Under the deep black ceiling the two of us,
Within the distance, the challenge, in your hands, my hope.
The constant desire, the mutual exchange, my wish, my limb,
Down to hell, up to you, deep beneath the cry and laugh,



Hold my hand, take my soul, and sail with me to the ninth ocean.
In my asylum I cry, in there I resurrect, because of you, of me, of them.
But who’s out there besides you?