I had experienced the cold.
The dark that never goes away...

The warmth of this room
As the breeze so cozily...

Truth exists in the space of our minds
Relative to what the other could think...

It was in a dream
I saw her dance again...

Two lovers under the crimson sky
Warm hands intertwined...

Hanging on the last axis.
I'm drunk of the nightmares...

All my coffee-scented mornings
Butter toasts served lavishly...

Pain in my flesh
Sifts through my heart...

I am drowning myself
Into this whirlpool of misery...