I. Life was living, after

all

that

she had been

alive

but now with (un?)expected guests

she can be at peace?

In pieces

II. Cold

so cold

so

warm

if you catch the

drift

cold

drift

catch the cold

draft

like

cold

drifts carry

death

III. He watches (different from seeing, you know)

her work, she works

quickly

around (danger?)

Sharper than his words

he thinks

it

unwise

of her to do so with

her

heart

so boldly placed

upon her sleeve

IV. Sounds

Bells

they come for him

through cracked mirrors

she can't breath

he thinks

she's not here

he knows

V. blemish

upon

blemish

upon

lives that are no longer recognizable

(but she sees you yet, you know)

like the past (is passed, but

it's still in your mind,

you know)

you heard her voice,

spinning labyrinths through

thoughts unprepared, but ready

the Minotaur in his mind is too tired

VI. She sees

patterns (nothing periodic, you say?)

He sees

red

saw

black

saw

something you

never

want

to

see

again

VII. It is incorrect

to

love

something which you never

had, but you love him

still

and

always

won't (you weren't ready for that

he was ready for that

they were ready for that

so where were

you?)

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A/N: Mhmm. So I was listening to The Academy Is . . . which always makes me think of William Beckett (a lot of things make me think of him, possibly because he's gorgeous) and thinking of Bilvy makes me think of Anthony (Becket twin, Beckett twinnn!) and as a result I decided to write . . . there's a lot of myth inspiration here, an a bit from the song 'Down and Out,' by above-mentioned band.

So, besides the Minotaur myth (a bit hard to miss, no?), what did I reference?

Northern downpour sends its love,

Nikki