I can hear them ******* singing,
All these voices in my head.
And this glass won't break the silence
Spilling words you left unsaid.
The stars were never brighter, and the nights never as dark
as eyes as blue as oceans and their last remark
Are you happy now, my dear?
Are you ******* glad?
The skies outside my windows were all you'd let me have
I'd taste the frost from icy panes, pressed firmly on my lips
Like poison kisses taken in,
Lovely little sips.