my neck bends in a whirlwind of intoxicating panic as my blood laps like waterfall through my ill veins, I die in rememberence of you the way a butterfly lays on the leaf and gives out its last second to nature gentely that is how I give in I move in front of you with no fear stare into eyes that resemble mine you were like a sister lover forbidden in each of our places seperatley, when you were so close like skin on skin blood in blood searching for our greater meaning we almost found it then it slipped through our young, rough hands like liquid silk if it were with broken ankles I would run to you and throw myself into your chest and curl up into you as my life had been taken away from me and you returned it gracefully I would weep if I lived in that world that does not exsist that I play with in my mind sometimes, when coming to you is not a choice, but I must I make our world that was so much more beautiful then the one we lived in temporarily I know it is you that belongs to me but I let you go you needed to be free I must admitt I hunger for you awfully I miss the similar beauty alabaster chronic diluted in a purging of looking for the greater thing within I feel you in that decadent inspiration brought forth by you, I will not receive that from anyone understand my passion excerted from small scenerios I have a respect given for, and its you I am lurid naked cold and I shiver underneath the reality that has placed itself upon my back like a fire of nights you see, my skin has melted off my blood has been drained and I dont feel those things anymore but I know they are there to your presence I have become unaware I bend my neck and in all honesty you couldn't have been proved more guilty, hours when immersed in our silence I thought, and came to this conclusion watching your wooden face unrecognizable on the outskirts of some forgein place in my head you are not here anymore you are *dead