"Full moon sapphire sky

One step closer to d.i.s.l.o.d.g.i.n.g you

From

Every

Part

Of me you've taken control of

---so damn precious, every piece is yours---

Metal rings

Like shackles around my soul

Taking me in like a little pill, with just a shot of luck

Lips. Of. Ice.

So close to comatose

That

I can almost touch the stars in hell.

'You are the teardrops on my windowsill, darling boy.' "

1:53am Friday Morning. May 4, 2007