Anxious moments of distrust perpetuated by an insatiable lust. Such is a tale of cruel death by desire, such are truths woven craft fully by liars. One word misplaced, out of touch and distorted semantics justified by anger, perversion and surreal antics. Dances by candlelight under a dim blood moon are followed by dances by hellfire under a blackened high noon. One sensual movement to entice a young mind a sensual movement to leave the past behind, like songs in box singing when they see the light. Like anxious moments slowly waiting for their might to become right.