Intricate stories of lustful love
are winding their spindly fingers...

It was dusk and we stole our kisses from the moths
that were chasing the last of daylight...

It's left, my tears.
It's red, my little paper heart...

Red hair and a black bow.
Slender fingers and a tarnished ring...

She pulls out the eraser
and the paper...

She has a star
imprinted on her forehead...

He's my best friend,
but he seems...

Rock star hair,
swooping cat eyes...

Insomnia and fear,
pain and lust...

The bass beats pump through the air,
sending hearts a little higher...

Rainy days and car trips.
Drops on the window...

Be mine, my little dark angel.
By pain, you await my arrival...