blank sheets enveloped in grieving. foolishly bleeding for you. waiting. it was never meant to be today. window panes coaliding
and worried drips of sweat that have fallen from my chin. the devil devoted and she brought this trembling. all of this collapsing, i seed
through. seized ceiling preaching sinister color. i reach to anything recognizing and it all comes back to you. you with your hands would
heal all my scars and so i as, 'after i lost everyhing would you hold me and would you love me until this spine could hold this head up
high again?' that's all i'll ask, i won't ask. he is dead.
