To whom do I owe the pleasure?
I leave behind mere scrapes in the snow...

There in that little room we sit,
Gun intimidating on the mahogany table...

Sacrificial beauty caresses my lips
Every inch and crevice a treat...

Wake me from my dreams
Where I cower in fear, as I look for light...

Strong hands support a trembling body,
Fingers lightly caressing cheeks and gently...

Broken.
That's how I appeared before our peers...

A canopy of trees stretch their arms overhead,
Interlocking their finger-like branches and...

Roses are red
violets are blue...

Take this wary hand,
Kiss the dreams it brings to life...

Silent as a shadow
yet bright as the sun...

Stories and pains kept inside a chest where it...
Escape from behind ribs that house my frozen...

Sanctuaries are far from my trembling grasp as I...
Expel myself from it. Have you not realized how...