Texty:
A Corpse Named Abel

of warm desires there is never enough ink to tell you how much I want you working my way in locked doors all I want is a shot at the best let me in those

you im screaming aloud just to feel you breathe I can see the moments, they're almost gone i'm waiting for just one more touch one loving stare where words have no place

Silent stares turn us to a statue-like repose black mascara hides the somber affliction one small sigh of a quiet lullaby one last night to show what