They say the first taste is always the best. I saw the distance in your eyes.

An inspiring little blight. 

An ambition of salvation sinking, (has it sunk) into an out of reach aspiration.

Your (lack of) words were like wires of the barbed type.

Flickering split tongue, belly bound agony, these fangs are all I have left.

A soothing little poison, promise u won't feel a thing.

I think to your thoughts, if u could have seen it coming.