"Beautiful" -- the word drips like...
Sizzling upon the contact of your lips unto my...

Burn-stained wings
sing through angel's eyes...

And your pale fingers never actually seem to turn...
This lock I fight is forever toyed with and...

A silent voyeur that lingers through the streets...
With only unlit eyes to survey the damaged sheets...

Innocent feet fumble along piled gravel,
wincing at the roughness of a lonely earth...