Comments about Wade Harlaine
Your hypnotic eyes, cause blackened skies
I’ll be a slave for you to the grave.
This black hole has no escape for my soul
You’re my apocalyptic lust sensation
My breakneck speed heart elation
and when you’re near my heart crescendos.
You're my Grecian goddess incantation
My life’s blood hysterical fixation,
I'm caught up in hurricane twist addiction