The night’s grow farther as the wind howls longer. Each passing breath a delay towards the last. Now, with the taste of your blood on my hands, I remind you that I would do it all again.
The day’s linger farther as the heat glistens stronger. And another rotation began, ever so fast. Without you I could not understand the signs, so I tell you now, with paper and pen.
Do not distress, for I am without sin.