bitter cold wind to the core
death of all living things
the tree grows bare, the flower rots
the world is ugly
and she is lost in a world of dull gray hue
the slushy snow
the dripping rain
the overwhelming pain
winter turned her soul cold
as the ice upon the trees
yet the oncoming breeze
of potential spring
keeps her from going insane

delicate fingertip sensations and completely exposed
encompassed in passion yet he remains emotionally indisposed
with every touch her innocence is relinquished
with every breath her poor hearts' walls are extinguished
for she believes his sweet whispers in her ear
telling her "Believe me... there's nothing to fear"
he promised his love through these preceding actions
she lost herself in all of his deceptions
and in the moment that followed... her heart grew dim
she wondered through the night... could she truly trust him?  
the night grew quiet, she rested her eyes
little did she know he was a wolf in disguise
for when she awoke to turn her head
all that remained were wrinkles on the bed.

******* the life out of me
you crave every inch and crack of my soul
to swallow whole, in every intention of encompassing
my entire heart, mind, body, and being
to be yours and only yours.
obsession, possession
how can you call it love
with every move i make altered by your words
no, dont, cant, wont,
submissive demands shoved down my throat

******* the life out of me
my soul restricted by the shackles of your clutching heart
my freedom caged like a wingless bird
my future a picturesque nightmare of your unrelenting grasp

how can you call yourself a lover
you're nothing but a life ******* creature desperate for a victim to call your own