I never asked you to save me.
I only asked you to leave the lights on so I...

Darkness is the mood of night;
so beautiful, mystical, and...

You said that your door would
always be open...

As I inhale these fumes,
my lungs burst and...

Your words were always icy daggers sparkling with...
of frostbite...

Sing to me.
Soothe my sorrows and patch...

With hapless hands
stretched outward...

Every sigh the Moon makes
is another moment I have fallen...

My silence matches the
little vase by the window...

One look-
one solitary zaffre glance...

A steady drizzle of rain dances
ceaselessly throughout...

The threat of winter is here and yet somehow at...
so very far away...