stone cold grey awake and tamed to the early break of day woven with the evenings betrayal of silent whispers and forgotten amorous afflictions i fear that i believed in your tales for i wear a gullible ear confiding in your eyes though the ferocity of your hands should have lead me far from your grasp chaos brews within you and the ever present hint of your smile rivals your titanous lips you, tragically beautiful in your decadence leave me gasping for air for i must feed this vice please, lead me to your burrow of endless defeat for surely someday in your takings my fragility will be lost