Her skin abandons It's innocence Her skin abandons It's innocence

Between stanzas, Still a poem Half written. Between stanzas, Still a poem Half written.

A Dawn half grown A Dawn half grown

The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.

They save me from those hungry demons. They save me from those hungry demons.

Spooky silhouettes, Conquering the, Walls like a dream. Spooky silhouettes, Conquering the, Walls like a dream.