.Concentrate.
Its so dark in here but I know we can. And are you, with streaks of light piercing through the blinds and lines on her shoulders.We cant live like this much longer.
Her hands inspired my duration, never this warm or as soft. With porcelain fingernails, lets dig the dirt out of them and pain our intentions for communication.
My lips move, yet nothing comes out. I wish you. A kiss on the mouth. Yet left her standing there, watching these lights through the window and dwelling on the darkness that binds it.
Goth-like--And the music fades in for us...
Nightmare all over again.