She trusts anyone but herself, because to delve within this shallow mind shall cause all sorts of manically awry upheaval
See, while ago, once upon a sickening yonder, they crushed her bone-dry alabaster everything and it still hurts, nestled to fall at the crucified core of her arrogant being
Beautiful, no doubt
Amounts either way forth, albeit unable to see why it is exactly – simply an easy life that she’s been longing, begging, for
Cherish it all and dive subtly suggestive headfirst – til the insatiable thirst is just an outlandish thing with wings painstakingly illustrated upon, the balancing act supremacy
Set to meddlesome Seed
She breathes amidst wildfire, disguised by ‘light’
And he sees it all, every next piece, vividly
He is your eyes
