If you were here. I'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear. And appeal to all your fears. If you were mine *If you were only mine*. I'd bring you so much further down.
Daylight adorn her withering life force. With a long lost river. That mend all her woe in its flow. . May I redeem my funeral. Self in thy mirror. Of soul sanctorum.
[Stranger:] come inside. Read my epitaph, deranged am I?. [Estranged one:] haunting me. Be my lover, I prithee. . Prophecies of death outside. take the moonshine for a ride.