If words were the same as intent, I'd suspend your...
in mid-air...

When you first stepped in, your color was black. a...
spiralling deeper into the wound...

With your hand
reach out and...

And we
always talk in the past-tense...

Your lips move
enchanting unheard...

And I'd give everything up,
if for just one moment...

Metaphoric suppositions rain down upon me, and not...
i\'ve taken to a reckless abandon, shot for the...

And I could think up
a million different...

Some nights grow so bitterly cold
and sometimes we might withdraw...

With a flick of the wrist
the damascus steel blade...

The hollow flame of christmas
is but a memory...

An effigy of anguish with a frosted demeanor, I...
fervently languid in the center of your paradox...