A slow serenade of pianos and birds, solemn, broken voices caress lonesome souls wandering the world endlessly in black print dress.
Hands softly touch carved ivory, [dark and white]. So easy, so effortless, and without disdainβ never false honesty, an unfaked feeling of painβ a specter, an angel, clad in beautiful light.
Hair flowing like wolves under moonlight, lips colored cold, pale wine. Eyes drowned in a weariness pulling magnetically, hypnotic in eerie delightβ a hopeless promise of paths entwined.