The rains have come, and poured heavy on my soul. An endless torrent of confusion and I am lost. Lost in the folds and pages of a dark mystery. Lying in the arms of deceit, wrapped so tightly in his lies. His body a coil of serpents slipping over my skin and between my legs, while his lips whisper softly the breath of innocence. Unable to break the cycle, the angel on one side the devil on the other, grasp so tightly and threaten to tear me in two.
The fall of my empire. The great castle walls. The stones shatter to dust. I am but alone. Naked. Standing naked before you. Blistered and bruised by the wounds that time cannot heal. My skin so thin it tears at your touch. Cold under your gaze. What you will do once you break through the darkness, once you chip through the ice? A mistress wrapped in her mortal coil. Bricks and stones at her feet, looking toward the raining skys. Awash in the rains of confusion.
