The light blue blinds swing
As the winter air blows through
Our empty living room.
She lays on the new leather couch.
Lifeless with warm blood,
Dropping off of her fingertips.
Bleach or ammonia?
A bonfire or acid?
Our New Home
The light blue blinds swing
As the winter air blows through
Our empty living room.
She lays on the new leather couch.
Lifeless with warm blood,
Dropping off of her fingertips.
Bleach or ammonia?
A bonfire or acid?
The Paramour 