Talking (when she crossed ove she was just a ship, but when she came back she was alive. She tore a hole in our universe, a gateway to anothe dimention. A dimention of pure chaos, pure evil)      She lies in   my heart      with her beauty I am   shamed      captivating the veins      a   figment distorted in my   brain      with a cold winter   kiss      she offers me this,      this   spiritual mess      in my heart      her   beauty preys on my soul      my   cravings she fulfills      her image   she must boast      parading in my   mind