For the time that you skipped the rest of it missed the point and left me 

for dead. Little fast thoughts pre-eminent habits of lust for love veering 

towards madness.

Kicking me coldly for needing a moreness than you thought for that pain 

you bled me to empty. Can't do remembering. To enter that indescribable 

craving which admittedly gorged on me to leave only bones for your nursing 

on this. Little sweet mouthfuls no words just feasting on games. Can't do 

remembering. Your tight lips of blue were kindling on air thoughts running 

a rash of little evil thoughts. Designing drawing tension from inexplicable 

corners of my past in-operations. By the time I was able to walk away 

unhurt 50/50 chance of survival. Can't do remembering.