Blade will never be blame
As the brain voluntarily permits
I can feel numbness in my skin
Ready for the sharpness

My thoughts would explode
Yet my flesh have no seem action
For my purpose benefits them
I will give in soon, real soon.

Dearest love,
I will not write another masterpiece
if it’s not all about you.

Your sound wave
transmitted
in my ear drum
went my trillion receptor off.

Hearing
a commercial voice-over
hits differently
when you know that
person is special.