wine sweet wine.

[midgenstein]

Leave her alone at night to stir up the fight.
Scream, scare, whisper, whimper, cry.
Cycles trickle by.
Red, purple, pink.
Soothe the calm.
Nothing, nothing, empty hollow.
Reasons without care, smiles without stare.
Fuck the thought of leaving you out.
Webs, intricate webs.
Maybe but doubtfully yes.
No way to her heart...it's not there, it's not there, it's not there.