Wind rips her veins from a lost crumbled soul barren in meadows grown old fixated on a proven path a past watching the ice melt trickle and all as well as it was   frozen within time from heartbeats long ago when words tumbled seduced from a golden chalice eclipsed in...

your deep currents drag me underdown into the darkwhere I get a good look at youanger tingles the senses, hereyour malice is the thriving emotion in this placewomen are meant for usingand feelings get in the way of your...