Brooding at the precise margin of the world
The jag of the history tomes timeline...

I've constituted a new place for you to dwell
Foremost, it's essential we cut incises along your...

The leaves in the dead trees lurch
Interweaved within the breeze that drives hard to...

I penetrated the scintillation in your iris
It sends glares of fire over this frigid...

In the dark this love developed deathlike
Waves of warmth thrust beyond your eyelids...

There is an epic in the belly of this grave
Wherein lies my tainted brain...

My footsteps seem resonant in this frigid night
Upon these gray dancing stones...

This hand clenches shard of glass
Gathered from the liquor bottle...

Laugh heavily through smoke chambers
The ones I filled with dense poisons...

Your floor boards pulse and move
Breathing as you take light steps...

Won\\\'t you cut this out of me
Pour the champagne into the open wound...

I'm out of reach
Putting my hands up to the deserted sky...