her simple pure lines her light footstep in frigid gloom open lips tremble over the broken phrase she casts glances behind as she sneaks up the alley as if the thing crawling up her spine is any other than the aftertaste of her own dark urges anything but the small sound creeping in conscience in the night
she packs her self deceptions into the pockets of her ***** jeans and shudders at their wet stain slowly spreading with their stench mocking her and her ridicule she ***** on her cigarette greedily the tip glowing like a furnace in the darkness of the room its thick smoke laden the air with its fearful premonitions like an oracle she casts the bones like cigarette ashes and speaks of the future she sees but my finger traces the dark lines on her arm a thousand holes of individual crime a thousand times compounded unholy union between dark and light
but she breaths a smile on me and i must surrender to her world of mystery's i must submit to the silence of her dark reverences her alabaster skin flows beneath me like a frozen river each moment a lifetime in the presence of her spoken disturbances like ripples on the still and dark waters, of her sorrows released like doves caught in fading light like scattering dust motes on the bitter winds
forever lingering in the absence of forever in the desire but never the attainment please hear me now like you have never heard me before i cannot bear another moment in this cage of vices in this silent dark place forever lingering in the absence of her and her touch