My mind is lost
In the mystic land
The one I hear in yore
A legend that is now long gone!
My mind is lost
In the mystic land
The one I hear in yore
A legend that is now long gone!
And here I lie
Trapped in ethereal waters
Of joy and sorrow,
Of ecstasy and pain,
Of life and death!
“Please drive slowly will you? Can’t you see our child is crying!”
Sheila’s plea went unheard as Rocky stepped on the accelerator.
“You are the one who told me we’d have a holiday at that god forbidden house. Why do you want to spoil it? Why are you doing this to me?” she cried.
“Because I love to see you cry.” And he followed this with a menacing laugh.