I felt your poltergeist love like savannah heat.

"The love that we will never make together is the most beautiful, the most violent, the most pure, the most heady." -Serge Gainsbourg.

I thought sacrifice might mean something. The wounds throb even though they're not real yet. Would you reach inside them to uncover the secret? You try to tell me but your tongue feels severed.

I need someone to tell me what is real.