and it all comes flooding back

his hand passed over my eyes as they opened to see the criminals creeping in through the slits in wrists of our poor, poor children.  oh, what have they done? shivering they will rise and bleed over the wooden floors of creaking cottages and the mossy ground of a trembling forest, dying despite the sunlight.  when will they rise and greet the moon and the stars glowing, gleaming bright, high in the sky? they must, oh. they must. and we will rush them and hold their hands high to the heavens as we grasp for the hearts that we shall never reach and oh will they ever be ours? could they ever be? no no no we are far too beautiful for such a tryst. but we reach, i reach, regardless. am i horrifying? do i terrify? freeze the heart and store it in your palms so that when you touch your face i might feel the blush on your skin and the tears that will course down your cheeks and into my veins. oh please don't faint, but swoon everlasting into my arms and rest eternal for me, my love, for you.