The way this nothing shakes you...
Wait until this continent really starts to move. All of your slimsy fences like a spilled deck of cards. You lost the moment you tried to involve me in a game I never intended to play. Your coffin black and cold like onyx stone, sleek into it's ditch, as if you were in the belly of a panther slipping into the night. This silence divine. I can be with my love.