anxiety in a smile that liesit is nervous and tightthere is no room for a gigglea snicker escapes its prisonsarcastic to the bonebrittle by light of dayexhausted by noonseverity in the clockmocking me with its ability to stoptrapping me...

A haunting mignon. My sweet Musette,of darkness. A pale silhouette weepingon cold stones, in heaven’s crypt. Cracked by the frost of blind angels,carved from bones, bleeding in the rainWith haloes. Trapped in a holy tombof profane. My eternal call. Half dead,...