Vortex
She says...

Shelling out this __
To make an empty space...

A darkness so grand
That all is seen...

The book falls apart in her hands
As sirens fade into the distance...

Just one more kiss
A pretty...

Tracing Her sillouhette in the mirror
With each bloody finger...

In the darkness I become alive
I tuck the truths away in the pockets of my coat...

She was born with a ribbon
Tied around her wrist...

My tears dry up words
That were never spoken...

The sound is all around you
It echoes in your ear...

Parades are riots
Dances in war...

How you envy the gentle white rose
And the tears that pierce its satin lips...