Does she look dead to you?
Flopped down, dropping with a femininity...

Baby's crying tonight.
Are you there...

So here we are.
Let us sit...

The taste of the apple is sweet.
As its venom drips down her chin...

Put off,
Just a moment more...

Breath in,
breath out...

Not strong.
We are, not strong...

How his shoulders sag.
Pressed down...

And I shattered as if in two.
My soul broke with news of you...

Hello.
Have I told you I love you of late...

I laced the bottom branch with
a rope so tight...

Tonight is a night,
of crimson red...