Like tying a knot
You stiffened to me
And when it got taut
You tore yourself free

Oh, darlin,' how could you dare?
You won't be climbing my dark hair
From reservoirs of maiden stars
Lead us on

You will not find the forest floor
Where I lie
Oh, darlin,' it's not your kiss
Pressing me deep in the loneliness
As crimson leaves fall from the trees
As we roll
And shadows bow on the path
Where we stroll

I want to erase the contours we made
And tumbling from grace
How quickly we fade
Oh, darlin,' how could you dare?
You won't be climbing my dark hair
As pounding waves
Flood through the maze
We adore

You will not walk by my side
Evermore
You will not press my
Midnight mouth
Evermore
You will not see yourself in me
Evermore

Enter The Void

Guillaume Seignac

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.