The velvet is a heavy shroud, tasting of dust and secrets. I am a ghost in a metal skin, bound by leather, silenced by a sphere of red rubber. Behind me, the rhythmic hum of a tender hand presses...

dwindling faith, the dark closes ininviting me closer to deatheternity reaps its ownspecial need, can only filled by hellinflicted pain, to awaken my firespilling from my lipssparking the imagination of your inner devilwho speaks in tongues, metaphors of hateespecially...

I ran out of writingsBack in my shellCounting the secondsWhen I will hear her nocturnal voice again.