Something was strange today. The cold breeze brushing my past self had numbed my senses and the scent of my distant lover unsettled my inner storm. The floor beneath my feet was asking to turn into grave.
My sobs were aching, heartbeats were groaning. Mirrors broke and pierced in my heart. Vicious venom of past I drank again.
I smoked that dead dark, the soul within me evaporated. My own fears were scared of me, the bruise on my neck wept to bleed.
The creepers on that windowed window asked me to become my holy noose. Storm of memories shattered my last ship, whining wind skunked her in a fathomless pit.
Chills of gloom had burned my breathes. All I was left with nothing again. The crimes I never did were killing me again. Life was dying,death was alive.
I'm lying on the floor, adoring my screams, hallucinations calling your name, and my heart stabbed by the kisses of your raglet.