Untitled/unfinished (early 2007)

Oh, how you cry, come rest on my shoulder. Tears roll down your cheeks and the evening grows older, paying no mind to this tragedy soaked in cheap wine. I’m impressed; this shirt looks its best as it greedily takes up your bleeding black make-up; stealing dark streams from the dark eyes that brightened my dreams...but with every word you breathe, every sigh you heave, you cross the line.