Bloom, little tulip, bloom
And see how your beauty...

The faint ticks of the clock echo in the quiet,
The darkness of the night no longer cold...

She sat on the stairs that led to the attic,
Her arms bandaged from another attempt...

A faint smile is strung over quivering lips
Before her head hangs and she holds in a sob...

Eyes once glazed over with pupils dilated
As she finds a way to ease her anxious pain...

With each stroke of these keys,
Words from my heart spill onto...

I feel my knees wobble
As my breath shakes...

The water runs over bare skin,
Skin that is icy to the touch...

See the quiver in my lip
As you whisper words...

Beads of sweat run one by one
Down a quivering neck...

Relentless beauty resides in one finger,
Insistently reminding a person that they will or...

How did it feel knowing you had me
Wrapped around your manicured finger...