• Misery Deluxe
  • There came a time when love turned on us,
    In spite of how faithful we were
    There came a time when the same keys weren't opening,
    The same doors,
    There came a time when we took a stroll
    On the downside of Perfect.

    As we still dance the dance of us,
    Dreaming through intermissions
    While the blades get sharpened;
    Promise me,
    That whoever wakes up first,
    Will make the kill,
    Short and painless.
  • Initial idea, sketched hastily in Paint before it went away.
  • WIP