Words evade
spiralling down
as emotion stabs its knife
wounding the kitty, the wolf & me
crimson runs invisible to the naked eye
unseen in the black that surrounds me
unspoken in the dead of night
Sweet escape from the horror of my design
trailing through the object of my mind\'s eye
scared of the outcome of certain fantasies
slipping through the fingers like smoke
unwritten in the air between... unspoken
water mixed with poison roses
tormented possession