A sweep of the brush on cold, pale lips Breathless intrigues against endless barren whips.

Sinking depths across a terrain of magnanimous colors, swapping cold numb truths to smack across the face of true lovers. Afraid of the beyond, truest to the need to give into my deepest darkest deeds that hide behind fake smiles, trembling sighs, heartless whispers and broken see-through eyes. Break beneath the wired mess of jumbled thoughts and my restored uselessness. I am perfectly capable of letting go, giving in because your cold barriers keep me from getting in. Ropes suspend me and my broken frailty of mind. You will forever be.... An open unhealed wound of mine. Ploys of deviousness makes me passionless playing with your forbidden heart makes me defenseless. I am pulling on the cord of infinite pardons wishing for the truest parts of your love unhardened. I am condemned to being the stroked bow of silence. But dare you to mend my broken heart.... my true self-violence.