As dawn's whisper
plants a kiss on...

Still in
denial...

Do you taste the words
before they escape your lips...

Ever fall in love on leftover fragments?
The presence visible...

In an attempt to erase
aching recollections...

It's as if love has a vendetta
to tie barbed wire around an eager heart...

I was always a terrible musician.
Out of tune...out of touch...

I crave to feel your fangs
sunk deep within my neck...

Hold me
as the sun sets...

I don't even know what we talk about
all I remember is how the sound...

I used to look for monsters
underneath my bed...

Etched in magazines
they claw at you...