I imagine a blue moon out. The charmed crevasse making an indent to the void he put between us. I faint solemnly everytime he turns away and once again I'm back into the sheets of the filth I put myself in. The hidden descry of the nights on the roof top held in the beauty, which I will never see...kept beneath the depths of his eyes. Love percieved from the dripping pain that somehow came to hold every momment together, is now tearing so cold and corrupted inside the damned rubbish of deceit. I can't believe what I did...pulling her hair down the stairs as blood wept along her face. I stepped away when the anger had faded from controlling me. I ran...I ran so fast before I could see her shake anymore. to think he left me for that wrench littering the bottom of the stairway I sit here...hiding out in the gutters. The rotting plague of mice ripping at my torn skirt...but for once I'm not afraid.