Burning inside, a black hole spirit if only it was to be described. The sensation of love a distant memory hazed by a storm dwelling deep within.

No tear to waste for I am in no haste, to reason with despair I tell you she’s a raging spirit lingering in the air, waiting, watching yearning to suck you dry. No feeling safe memory secure blood is her price and this blade is for sure.

Sharp and shiny a metallic glints fear not as she beckons into my ear. The pain and the fear sensation gone nothings left mind is clogged, pain is searing love is hopeless, despair is souring

A little thought to ponder as the blood is pouring.