I'm actually seeing them >_
We painted crooked lines but
danced in perfect time to a love so much refined, we
know not what it is until like a dullen wine we pour
into a grief know before but never quite like this.
Staring at the world through the whole you put in my
hand. That was caused by a blade you gently inserted.
I did this for you, not for your religon, not for your
patterns. I did this for you. I did this for a man
like
you. Stop searching and find Me. I am stabbed by grace
and slinging blood.