And while she rests in an armament of metal bands
To true lengths, I lest discover
The matter of your intentions
Why, oh dearest lover?

Exhibit your pain
Flaunt your feathers
In my eye, my blindness grips
The difference between being in pain, and being tender

Let me speak freely, I prithee you
In the dark labyrinth of emotion
Where lies your truth
You exist, like           ; a corrupted tragedy

A story which has no end
A black feather, coveted in delicate stories
Each delicate fiber, holding its tongue
Look closer and and it will strike you

That darkness in your eyes