as often as the thought leaves my mind, that i would not accept the shadows, i cave she...she...she... that crimson beauty terrorizing my mind to break crimson on my body
latitude and longitude pushpins travelling along maps roadways to (...)
some things are worth keeping in silent hearts
refusing to expose the nerves raw from hints dropped my intuition is strong my gut burns from guilt-ridden hatred and a spark of truth
there is no one that compares
i should regard myself as prized but my innocence shall leave me mocked and in solitude -- i just know it