Bound by skin with tissue pages within,
You are my book.
I read you, I am no stranger to your ways.
I need no foreshadowing,
I see further ahead day by day.
Filled with empty pages, but hardly a blank canvas,
Through all the dust covers, I can still see what lies within,
I read you, I am no stranger to your ways.

He laced her morning coffee with Ecstasy and prayed for the worst.
Trudging footsteps down the stairs as she slips on his shirt,
buttons done up halfheartedly as the soft blue denim hung delicately
about her.
her hair kissed at her shoulders and her breath lay in her mouth
tainted with whiskey and malt liquor, as she yawned and stretched;
bare feet padding against the cold floorboards, as they creaked beneath her.
She walks to greet her lover, grins painted on faces as the coffee cup
simmers and the drugs dissolve; as the love she had for him, dissolves alongside it.