Chelsea Wolfe - The Way We Used To

She spun a web around you, blackened and as thick as midnight curses and in the dark places where violence spins you comfort you remember her. Remember how she touched you, held you, loved you and every word that fell from her lips. Now you sit under florescent lighting listening to scattered words and dial tones finding these memories endless and filling up all empty space. You see darkened eyes and cigarette smoke, white lace and blood stains. You hear the sounds of clenched fists, shattering glass and the wind through the tall grass, disguising and deceitful.