the Seven Seasons Widow

"I'm dressing up, today is our anniversary, today is that same old sadness, come again. I am a ghost, unbound by flesh, but I feel most comfortable in the shape I was loved in. That shape, that paleness of breath, that whiteness of sorrow. Sometimes, I'm only the unseen ghost, sometimes i rage like a storm, but I am the same inside, only how my of my inner turmoil I let show changes. Only how much license of destruction I give myself."

"I am a ghostly spy, dressed in the tatters of yesterday's sorrow. Today is necessity, and so takes precedence. Yesterday is filled with sorrow, tomrrow with hope, and I am living on the edge. I am the cold of the grave, I am the absence of passion, I advise my lord on the very same."