Ready, Set, and Go. Ready. Mute spectators rise, command me a litany of recorded laughter; a wave to crash remorseless upon my regrets, ring around the rosie - kill us in our coffins under, 6 feet below I\'m 5\'4\'\'; the dead seek more, grief is for the living. See, fluttering in silence, time renders me still Breathing the heart in the night, tender blossoms and bosoms warm and sweet render me rendered in black and blue, risk my songs to be false the illustrious illusory stars you reach to love in rigor and romance pull them down to your secret land, the gardens are greener in the sand. Set. good, you\'re here. we can rest now. I can sweep my lovers under the carpet, on the bed there\'s only you and I - nails and skin, beauty that bleeds to show us it isn\'t skin-deep. Love that testifies to do stories, promises to be there in the pain. when the women and men leave you to rust, your decomposition in the dust, in the euphoria of cynicism, between broken and undone, yet strong for someone; in the night of tomorrow, time isn\'t ours, we only borrow, I hold your hand and look at you. sleep, i\'m here, your rest will be loved, your wake will be protected, Your dreams are safe, will unbreakable, fate is in your favor, and magic prevails in our touch. But most importantly, forget not our sins, or our fairy tales of contact. Skin on skin, loosen some of you yet tighten me, push ourselves into the depths of the other, risk the furious sun burning us - burn me more, yes, burn me more. Moan, breath into sky and sea-breeze, your hair the ocean i drown in, choke me, I splutter onto your neck and sink my teeth into the tender my tongue whispers into your skin, moves higher yet closer to your heart. \"Remember my sins\", I kiss her lips begging, your face I sculpt today in love, lust burns into us mutual brands of heat and searing fires. Burn me, yes, burn me more. Go.