A breath of death between

the sheets;

I am the Queen of darkness,

and devils live in me...

Dead voices echo, haunted in the rain.

Upon the sky, night begins to stain.

Ink and star dust make up my soul.

It's because I've never truly been

in love at all. In odd worlds, though.

Oh, do I roam. Weaving my hands

with a lovers embrace. Like dreamcatchers holding space,

between time, and hearts,

and his vacant face...

-HMG