What is life if not agony.
Have you ever truly lived,
If you haven't felt your lungs seize;
And struggled with a menial task like continuing to breathe?

How can you claim to have a life that's full
If you haven't felt the emptiness that comes from a destroyed soul?
Where can you find happiness or love
Without living for years in dispair;
This life has never been fair.

Life is seeing those you love slip away
After doing all that you can to keep their demons at bay.
Life is living with no one by your side,
Living with no true home to reside
And with no one in which to confide.

Avek nqou threndeyr awun nlehg.
Blautne rahn suvek lar.

Nual doan fouth keer heln
Aleht geif netfh aour Neith.
Elnish fouthe aourn
Eo ulth.

Heshlif moen fnigh alew,
Adow thel neqith.

Zil neith rouj yehk zcehn.

Trembling shivers
Slide their way
Across my skin, in waves.

Fragile bark coats the weeping willow,
Who's insides have been infested with termites.
They'll devour her core and leave her empty
While still appearing full and plenty,

'Til she begins to rot.

Complimenting a succubus, may not go as planned,
For every line you feed a *****; she will want several more.
Words are fuel for her fire, keep it burning, her desire.
More, and more, and more it takes,
To satisfy, to satiate.
Give me some ******* more,
And I'll be your little *****.