2:08 p.m. - January 12, 2010
For Love
The bones beckoned to be broken, meat mangled, flesh torn, and all of the pieces layed quietly underneath the floor. Stains remain to refresh the memory of the ecstacy. Flashback, again and again. The room screams a forgotten name, only to be ignored...unseen lips whisper the truth, if only the lungs weren't crushed...

What once became torment became torture. If reanimation then once again decimation for every second thereafter is worth every scream, every sleepless night.

My mind is caving in, and it all started with a kiss of those now cold weak lips.