darkness wells you disturb the thick achespitting ludacris needinfernally bound and betrothedsuccor given in your fitful stormyour lust seducesyour anger compelsnow my dear approachsinister danger in your stareconniving tongue dripping poisonlet me taste your disturbiaoccult desire conjures mebaleful passion...

sing me a song of the morrowsee me in the morning and yearna soul yours but never knownbring me flowers and tears for what will never be oursour classes never to meetbittersweet is my painsacred heart I know youbeneath...

sadness wells within metears add to its depthsit is a deep shade of blueI'm not sure how much time I have leftfaced with this I weepmy thoughts are with those I lovemy little bear, bear will I see him...

aye brotherfucker how goes it toiling in the world?sent from the heavens no fuckery heremy thoughts collide with you and I find myself missing you againbetwixt two worlds my mind seeks you out in the material voidsinging I want...

The seat numbers put them together 11C and 11D, the bus itself had decided before either of them had a say. She checked her seat, while he was already sat on his. They sat next to each other, initially...