`The Shuttering'

Lift me to the cold,.. Bleed me not dry from my superfluous screaming sighs and silent screams....Hold me close to the beauty of the flames and imagine me soft and white..Pale like the skin of my hysterical symphony,deaf to the eyes of livid sin... Waste and forsake me within,..haste and coarse fate supplement this supple sentiment, the taste of blood and cinnamon herein... Take deep the chains and usher me in to that place where wings are given to men,and unleash my soul within .. For the better... For the Reaping...I Give In...