Dead Breath

Sands of time come down like rain from a distance, spill from the sky like blood, the curtains drawing them red.

With the bite of white steel, rivers flow through icy rocks. 

Ships sail in the mist, dark wood topped with frost. 

Do a dead breath, train to die so I'm prepared to live.

I throw you a curse, make you eat your heart, for hearts don't ache if they've been ripped out, save you from all these feelings of pain and doubt when it seems to me that all I see is your soul in a drought. 

Speak to the Gods of Victor and Victoria

Where is my Prelude of Dreams?

What is the difference between a noose to a tie, 

heavy-laden with silk suits and jealous eyes.

Scrape the bottom of the barrel so hard all you have are bloody wood chips, you keep them, I'll keep my gold. 

Author's Note

Boooooooooooop.