In her youth

The threads she once clung from,

Wore strange and slightly thin.

Ghost-remember-me's! Triangle songs in her head...

And the unlucky dark cloud in the middle.
.....

To grow from coffin ground
Illuminated with frozen trajectories
I see her...

She is so pale and I am fairly smitten by this!
......

Now she resides

In a soft, velvet frame of mind,

Growing through her old memory.

Shaped with moonlight! And in the scent of night flowers...

All moves simple around her.
......

To wade through all of the muck
Fearless with shadow deformities
I see her...

.....She is so real and I am fairly overwhelmed by this!
.......

She stands so tall

In this hole, that's been casted,

But, we are real inside of here!

I feel her when she's so alive!
Said, 'speak so loud'  

I see her, her gazes cut through me
......

I've over a hundred thousand narcotics eating at my brain;
But Id only care for this one to stay!
........


And she will,
We nibble and digest-


We like to watch ourselves,


And everything's good!    
Here!