talking on the phone while babbling on the blog. no, it does not work.

scooped out with a metal hand the last remains of my lively sky. deep rich with red stains and a sapphire fade leftover from one with no name. one whose life i claimed. i loved your poor shadow of a man. i loved its heart - too loud, boasting on a roaring fire. rich words, but a treasure i never felt. down the comforter my feelings lay, and somewhere between the sheets i build your love to comfort my pain, so the nights less lonely, something to gain. where could i stash you? a future on a chain. we are a visible illness and killing is all that remains.