• Tis but a matter of contemplation, pondering this erratic elation, besieging my tower of imminent depression, risk taking to jump heart breaking, but it isn't a shattered sound, just the baying of the hound,

    The dog, chasing his treat, the queen of hearts is on her feet, and dancing to the immaculate chorus, carried on by the feelings between us.


    Devastate this castle of hate! Cross the moat of cold miasma, and break through the royal cynic guard. the inner circle you've stake in, and with a mutual token, you've taken....

    My heart.