fleshcutz

I speak of the most intense and beautiful love That upon a sunny day Laying outside amongst the barley and breeze That I can only wish I could share with thee But even if I did. You would not listen. I churn out inspiration at the drop of a dime Amongst lilies and roses Though my inspiration Is taking time to unwind The swallows and crows circle the skies As the sunlight dances through her eyes This is passion, this is destiny It can never die To own a man, to behold a woman One must brave the fiercest of storms Only to wake up At the light of her dawn Thoust must strip thy pride Dash your doubt to against the rocks of love

It is cold here. An almost surreal atmosphere in this place. The room is dark and dank. He sweats a hot sweat. A fever of horrid proportions, he breaks down. He has not slept properly in too long. This is no ordinary sickness. He knows this. The very lumps in his throat as he chokes back the tears know this. This has been for months now; he gets up to go to the bathroom. Stumbling blindly he reaches up as he falls over the sea of old clothes. His room is a mess, always is, as he is. As he whispers the name that haunts his dry mouth over and over again. Though the body to the name never comes he still whispers the name softly, pleadingly, unti