Outwards, my heart pours to a deafening silence as cold as death itself. Yet, to be manipulated by her titillating advances tempted of her poison is a tantalizing treat indeed. And as the wind blows logic to enlighten a sunless son whose light faded away eons ago, a bludgeoning of confusion portrayed as the result of an evil veil of secrecy, yet I, am going to the other side of the moon. Where martyrdom is welcomed by an emphatic few crooning for unrequited love, like, fallen stars from above, unabashedly riding fragments of supernovas across a darkened sky.