soft hands choking me to my infinite end cracked lips brushing my lifeless face such heavenly way to descent by the hand of a treacherous angel God sent.
punished by Heavens to charm and destroy, everything she glazes upon turns to stone. she wonders restlessly from home to home but when he crawls back in the dead of night her poisoned heart becomes only a bone.
I need words to cut open your skin, verse to rip through your caged heart and, when all metaphors will disappear, ravens will wine and dine on your spine.