XxQuothTheRavenxX

In vague deception, I place my burden upon the thoughts of your unholy ones; Licking my very last resentment with sugar-coated masquerades; Posing in delicate corners, With gowns of silver-- Shoes of gold; Tiptoeing so lightly-- only the perfect can hear the charade. Vivid lie the orchids of your underworld; In dreams I fall-- Sleepwalking to the sound of breathing; Faster-- closer; I reach for delicate hands that never grapple back; Every memory transcends, Leaving footprints in my sphere, With wretched patterns, Disgusting spectrum's, Looming in vacated premises, Only the deepest can feel. Merchants sell lies so well, Eve