Catacombs.

Canvas of lies. Baron heart. Tumble weeds and nothing else. Where did you get your grip from? Stolen from another. Leaving a trail and dragging her with you. Play the game. it plays you well. Crossed lines. Her words make you choke. The rain washed the dreams of you away. For only a mere second. She can still feel your presents upon her. It is as heavy as it ever was...

Stretched out. Abandoned sea. Catatonic. Sent adrift and don't know how to come back now. A triangle with no point. Obtuse. The structure is about to collapse and the fall isn't broken by soft ground this time.

And yet, she still keeps herself here... What it is? Your spirit will not leave her. You're torturing her soul. Skipping beats.. Her heart is about to burst and the blood is boiling. Cold front.. Chilled to the bone..

Waiting room. Postal. Its gonna break an edge. Lost symphonies.. If you squeeze it will shatter her. Her heart is always yours. And you know it.. A box of sharp objects.. He says what he means and she knows. She waits in the dark again.. Whispers.. But he is still not there.

Contusion. Confusion. To live another day without you she falls harder and harder... Time has showed her something new... How to build a wall. She thinks she is stronger.

Finally face to face.. Influenza.. The wall was built and everyday she plays the last day in her head and is tortured by being oh so brave and not taking what is hers and what has always been hers. You are her bait. She feeds upon you... The idea of you,,, The touch of you.. Your breath shatters her soul.. The fire is among you.

One kiss is all it ever took.