She stands beneath a mistletoe
out in the snow...

Nocturnal like his furry friends,
Batman rises around dusk and as stars...

In Spring, I plucked thee,
and heard the wet snap of twigs...

Love,
She says to write it will lose me points...

My heart is a black hole in space, sucking
the bones of love dry...

Swinging from a deadwood branch
with crosses planted in...

She is calm and quiet,
filled with softly beating hearts...

Once I was a black jungle cat
lounging with chin on paw...

There's something aged and
ancient about you...

Persecutory. The infliction which
alters a state of reason into madness...

So I asked you to come over
Hadn't seen you in months...

This mountains crumbling down
This road is longer now...