A stolen soul
And a heart to match...

Gates of ivy and moss welcome me home
As I'm embraced by the loving tears of weeping...

The thunderous pound
Of feet running over ground...

Her kiss tastes of heaven, and of hell.
Brimstone colors her lips...

Her eyes house the souls
Of those she has contained...

Footsteps echo off
Trees illuminated by an ethereal glow...

The ceiling mocks me in the darkness,
Its fan slowly turning and pushing my thoughts...

Irrefutable passion sweetens forbidden lips,
Ones I crave to feel dancing along my skin...

Darkness cascades down a chilled window
As lantern light illuminates from within...

She fakes her smile for those she loves
And quietly counts the minutes go by...

Loving her is like reading a book.
Each day that passes is a new adventure...

She shrieks within the confines of the night,
Her hopes and dreams crushing, as if her bones...