Time for recompense has come and gone, lightly kissing your pale cheek. Fingers twist in agony like strength, pacing back and forth. A shadow crosses the doorway atop the steps; images are lost upon a weary soul. Silhouettes lead to dream-like trances where your thought-stream reaches out to me. Unwind those fingers, twist them with mine. Hold me accountable for all the ways you love me, and I will bind you to me as well.