The floral arrangements had been made for the funeral of our fragmented anesthetic. They began the rendezvous at your doorstep disguesed as a gentlemen necromantic. My silhouette will cast the character of this starving army, with a blush as guilty as the line that took your for granted, and as vacuous as the meaning behind it. This shallow prayer serenades the evening, uplifting through a Garden of Eden. Lets drown the voice of this virgin choir, set forth our vows in conscious violation. A vanity of salience in my latex lingerie, as your every last goddamn moral is betrayed. This providence speaks softly in a room of breathless confessions, from weep to whisper it's presence is unravled unto a silence that smoothers the floor, decorated with our costumes from the night before.