Rooted in love, was I, yet now
all love has eroded.
My strength evolved. And I
shall open the cells [one by one]
around your scarce heart. Revisit
those last words spoken to me &
eat out the lies behind your lips.
My name written on each piece of
your flesh... until I become as rain on a
windsheild; blurring all else except my face,
the sound of my voice... my scent...
4ever woven in your mind.
Call me, maybe?
*8 title- E.D.