Are there pleasures more sweet, treasures more rich
Than that which poets call love, and lovers call eternity?
If it be so, I shall not attempt to seek it,
And willingly would I stay in the wilderness of thy love.

"Gotta do more. Gotta be more."
Life is too short not to indulge
In the tender ocean known as thy heart,
And the lofty mountain known as thy mind.

Finally, before I go,
Whatever be thy words, mark this well:
May they be sweetened by your profession of self-same love,
Or envenomed by a damnation
thy lustrous lips doth pronounce
In the manner most ill-becomes you,
I shall bear it with the same patience,
Knowing 'twas always Heaven for thine and Hell for mine.

Never mind which way,
I shall again seek you,
In my afterlife.

A moth comes to a flame,
Arrogantly enough, he spake:
"I am the world, and you the impurity!"
And so tosses himself into the blaze.

Yet who could say he was wrong?

A serial killer was captured.
On the day of his trial, he looked at the crowd,
And abandoned them without regrets, saying:
"Such is my mission."

A lion was set loose.
He killed and maimed everything at sight.
Coming to his beloved lioness, he ate her, saying:
"Such is my desire."

The Sun at his very last days,
Initiated his vendetta against mortality.
He consumed every particle in his grasp, saying:
"Such is my nature."

Inundated, intoxicated and free,
Timeless is the nature of our affliction.
Horrendous, tremendous, no escape,
Infatuated with a ghost, still bear the crucifixion.
Nothingness is an étiquette nothing compares,
Killing you is the sweetest dream I've ever had.

Insecure, insolent and always alone,
Lulled into the web you weaved to be my gravestone.
Universal, ubiquitous, united in souls,
Vikings on ancient seashores do not surpass us in woe.
                                                            ­                                     yet-
"U Look Beautiful Tonight."