turn up the heat this is just getting gooda hex is upon my lipsa promise is spilling from my hipstwisted sorrow, a cunted cursesulking in the shadows never to beholdsacrifice sanity and get in the moodaltered faith in your...

Bound for the arctic reality, I abandon the warmth of my heavenly delusions with eyes still as ice and a tropical smile.   Beyond this body - a frigid, judgmental world. Within this body - a warm, safe world. Yet, my soul's restless to escape.                                            Offering my open hand in...