kiss kiss, hiss hiss, it's a sound i hear a whisper again, a torment to seen to know and never to feel again, the blood rushes in ... to my head again... i feel nauseous and indisposed unyielding up to my toes........coinciding yes are but baby i ain't yours anymore.  you seem lost in the fold in the nightlight ,twilight uphold. you can't be not yours but another's anymore. you hear the spotlight ,you sing the overwhelming twilight of the moors, this dream isn't a true dream any more, but you think you know a thing when in truth you don't a thing to know. blood rushes to your head making you hot and spinning all over again. you think you now just what to need to please the ache in yours in your knees , but you'd be wrong just as you pleas. the stag is set to the beat of your knees. you feel a hand hot like fire wishing you were moulting with desire but instead you feel cold the touch falling into a pit that appears unjust, you can't see the bottom of trouble the abyss so knowing and double you can't kiss kiss and hiss hiss.