Ourn bodies will be as railways
Gripping upward boats
A dungeon of hopeless romance
A dine of domain ghosts

A amulet she shall wear for me
Up upon moonlights hill
Well thrash around in excitement
A heat of ******* chill

She'll taketh me to heaven
Upon her forbidden craft
Wherein language we shall make
And take and make in half's

Apparitions we'll become
Disappearing in ones thoughts
Lost in divine moment
No fear or instant loss

For me to write her poems
As for her to write them back
A mansion of many kingdoms
A house full, van-gogh shack.

As she will come home late
From work she will want to sleep
I'll rest her wearied head on mine heart
And for her this soul she'll keep!!!

We shalt dandle in silk taffeta
The moirai will tuck us in
Ourn bolsters to be as children
Between ourn finite limbs

As in between ourn slumbered coma
We shalt waltz across ourn own bridge
Where the other half is there to greet us
Half is hers, half is his!!!!

having no root, i followed my own route
i used to know no other way
some would say i was the sum of a brute
i used to prey, when i should pray

i used to believe in an eye for an eye
to our minds vengeance comes in twos
by the time that we buy our last goodbye
we do what we do, then pay our dues