Mist of the night fairy…
Shrouded in werewolves…
Curse of the black pearl…
Screaming alone.
Drained cursors…
Abysmal realities…
Free birds burning…
My prison is full.
Clipped butterflies…
Warning signs overturned…
Stars at dawn break…
Smoke kissing between our lips.
Werewolves upon a bed of roses…
Howls of missed calls…
Midnight kisses stolen…
Paranoid knocks all over again.
Caterpillars of change…
Unsurmountable epiphanies…
Daggers of dawn break…
Loneliness advocating...
Errors in absence...
Scarlet chandeliers aplenty…
Burnt roses…
Insomnia strikes again.
Cinder blocks recurring…
Flapping seals…
Anticipated slippery slopes…
Tokens of broken lecterns.
Crossings upon Kafka…
Shadows of our snakeskin…
Mellow lampshades…
Strapped hopes burnt.
Thunderous applause to my mistakes…
A whiff of fresh sin…
Halogen lamps of beer bottles…
Casketed expectations restrained.
Clouded cruelties…
Moonlit croissants…
Cassandra lingers aimlessly…
Shores devouring.
Promiscuous logic…
Polygamous truths…
Hell child within…
Cassandra lives on.
