exalting your presence I breathe into youa deep sigh escapes mea fascination an obsession is my desire for youdo I dare confess?secret sin my covetess wantloosing myself on the winds of fatewhispering an enchantment so you will feel mesacred...

If there is a wayto process the enormityof what has transpired—let it reveal itself.Its hugeness threatens to crush me;too visceral to explain,too painful to share,and it is not going to go away.They say that you can eat the proverbial...

You bloom at dusk...  just as the dead should. Your wilted scent  and bittersweet aroma... an echo of what was ours... nostalgia of what was lost.   A hauntingly beautiful scent, indeed! Then these stormy mornings  bring gentle mournings... when your grace has decayed! Your wilted petals now  blush in love...

slicks the need and the demoness is stirredtreacherous conniving enchantresscomes from the mistI'm deserving of inflictiondedicated desire to wantlucious delirium to squirm for your touchsweet seduction you whisper to me then growl with your frustrationmy shadow reaches you burning...

sadness consoles me in the dreadit is a vibrant feelingdelicious pain aching within methrums my souldrums my heart and it skips a beatfaltering in the darknessmy thoughts are not as yourswith thoughts of escape I remember the macabre is...