I tattoo you from the light; I pray for you into
the night. There is danger in this -- my bedside...

You brought forth liquid to my heart,
melting the solid that had closed faith...

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I chose to live among dead voices...

I never remember the nights
being this unbearably long...

You prowl through my blood,
vicious, but maybe that is my...

On the first of November, you
asked if I believed in God anymore...

It's a rainy, dreary day
and I know you don't want to...

We sit here
and wait...

Before her, I'd never really believed in magic, in...
fiery presence and power igniting the air. It was...

I know I can stand
against the pitch-black eye of evil...

Dreadful leaves cackle outside,
dark winds confiscating my air...

The sadness in her eyes is escalading forgotten...
hours slowly turning into a trailer of days, then...