She is creeping over my shoulder,
Whispering sweet nothings of control,
While I know I lose it with her.
Lose it all.
But she provides the most beautiful facade of control.
So delicately perched on my shoulder,
Her shrill voice sends shivers up and down my spine.
She is disgustingly gorgeous.
Frail.
Gripping onto my bones,
I feel each of them... she holds tighter.
"Remember me?"
