1208.

A masochists kind
of paradise, turned at the
hand of heart's sadist.

1207.

Harsh words masked as soft
daggers. Cutting up speakers
from the inside out.

1206.

A backwards kind of
tone given its impetus.
Contradiction whore.

1205.

Expect less patience
for the falls and more effort
to keep us standing.

1204.

I love you bastards
too much to play mime to these
shadows, pervading.

1203.

So let's take a bit
more time shoring up the parts
under tender skin.

1202.

Cause the consequence
without are too heartbreaking
to be considered.