I am not yet aware of the days to become weeks,
nor do I ask for attachment of love, my dear
for the envy of time is far that of what i need
just a tad bit of life to store underneath

why the **** dont u
like my ******* poems man
i am like a god

i am abstracted my dear;
waves no longer take their love overlooked

starved, lacking, consuming

your detriments shred upon the earth
lest remain I be unhooked

starve me, deplete me, consume all in sight
rewarded comes great pleasure
here I am hidden all night

why why why must you love believe
that this detrimental being deserves any sort of reprieve

please please please there's no need for explanation
just leave thee here to lie in this ***** contemplation

lest the stars above should know
should the sky gently chuckle
will selene lean intently,
with the crack of my knuckles
and the screams of my spine
as i guide a lonely tale
a sly reveal of every crevice
for which even i cannot nail
and should the clouds above shutter
at the sound of my cry's?
for all i can be aware of
minds fabrication releases lies