frisky darkness the void speaks and I responduttering enchantments of deathgrey lies neither hot or coldto respective persons, love the voidfeel the tinkling of the musicnah, I'm not in your thrallseeking my own rhythm I step forwardseeing the sun...

risking it all in the pink sunshinemy blush talks to youin a low persuasive waya gentle growl says you're feeling mesomething I can feel in my tummyyou're pretty and I love thatbut you're also hard and that's what really...

Silence is often pronounced the loudestA sheer display of impotence of lateOur highness falls to depths of prowessThy fear legitimateEngulfed by hateForsaken by loveThy voice taken by warBy war WoahWoahThy tongue hast been seized by warWoahAnd love is not welcome...