Moral Eclipse

Yellow turns this courage badge into a valentinal trash. These are the crushes meant to crush you. The contact was dry, but exasperating like a teething smile. Pulse by pulse, i honor the we weather to myself into her hands, And for an angel even she knew it well. When my drool dropped past her lips. A dead man floating in one in a forgetful moment. She saw it haunted in my eyes when they finally opened, Coughing up blood like a throat. No, lover let go of my neck. We knew together that every crack in the wall Is a step towards release of the lascivious waters i no longer wade through.