The pawns of the play have lost their way and the king has been swept away.His absence is perilous as his maiden endures the fatalist fears of the flo..
The creaking sound keeps me here.While the footsteps are invisible their pressure on those old boards never disappear.I feel your mind creeping as I h..
I presented an honest despair as you judged my struggle from there.
I trusted kindly but you cut my pride, slicing it all with a fatal blade you hide..
How cold is the cold that holds you there?Stagnant posies that can barely reach the light.How the ice that molds you still is certain in it's grasp to..
Fading like paper mache, she crumbles into delicate nothing as this cold wind sweeps through her days.She says she came home to stay but she can't sto..