I'm sure i caught her in a vulnerable state,
salty red cheeks staining her face...

Constantly having to pull myself up
so i'll tie a string to this ceiling...

If only you could hear these words tonight,as you...

I can't help but stand on the edge
of our life's tonight...

Wind chimes sneaking over the terrace,
creaking parasols mourning the change of season...

I left you a note
on the end of your bed...

It seems every time,
this tool of paper and pen...

In your fairness, your unchanging smile,
though i know not, what it may be for...

I'll take a peak into the funeral home,
crouching on knees, at the basement window...

Your a lingering comfort, i know you will be...
to take me in, taste lips of sin...

Oh how age does love so long,
passion may wander, but my soul endures...

The smell of sweet roses fills the room of days...
the sweetness, the deep blood color, dripping all...