gently gazing into your pools of bluesecreting away my thoughts of youtender touches and I blushpining with the need to mingleardorous ache your desires speak to my soulmoving in my depths with passiona want so great I tremblevisibly shaken...

Turning black all around me, the air had icy fingers pinching my skin with emotional frostbite. A shrill cry followed, echoing in the fog of schizophrenia’s uncertainty. Wandering through this graveyard, the gravestones of my past stand silently and...