The moon whispered it’s madness to me as I lost myself in its gorgeous glow.We took the top down and the wind whipped, harmless through our hair,a sweet scene,I was clutched, close to your chest,you kiss my sore forehead that aches from the agony of my violent visions.My blood is on my own hands,and I…

We were in the car,on the run,from the rabid night that would eat us whole if he caught us,but you’re gorgeous and resourceful,always knowing just which back street to pull into. You kiss me while the cameras roll and the search lights flood the sky,and I am a guilty girl, wearing an innocent smile on…

I like the word “love” because it tastes of lilac in my mouth, like Parma Violets and peaceful desert at the table with no disagreements and the tv just quietly chatting to itself in the background. It tastes a little like light rain outside of my window, when I am sat, surrounded by my blankets…

Your lips tasted of candy apples after I kissed them,as if the sweetness of your spirit was spilling from within,searching for sanctuary somewhere inside of me,and for the first time, finally, I was open.I was a weary wanderer in a desolate desert and you were a mirage.I made my home in a moment of nirvana,and…

My lover tied me to the radiator,because I was too much trouble to be free,but the trouble was, bound wrists didn’t make me any less irresistible,so I still dripped poison into her perception, until I drove her insane. In a sweet, sing song voice,I simply asked when she might decide to let me go,and that…