It wasn't me
you want...

The passion
of sorrow...

Never
Every word...

Take this torn heart,
worn and broken...

White fur
pure, untainted...

Falling
in love...

My Muse,
who dreams of darkness...

A love sonnet
written in the blood...

Such dark eyes
Do they hide something...

So fast,
too fast to be seen...

You said you couldn't wait,
because you love me...

A pillar of strength,
to rest my tired form against...