To: The one 
that can draw 
The grandiosity
Out of me

To write you a ******* song

Come on,
**** 
the
words
right 
out
of 
My
*mouth

A surrender to the Supermoon
   The larger than life presence
   Plucking my heart strings
Got me caught up
   In a dark **** fantasy
   About a little death and rebirth

If I go down
   it better be on the divine mother
   Level: Oedipal
Submission towards her power stance
   slipping my fingers up Mother Nature's dress
   In child's pose
  
Inhaling her presence
   she pulls me to the clouds
   to get to the Holy **** of the sky
To be the mother-******
Tracing infinity loops with my tongue
   trying to see how many licks it takes
   to get to the center of innocence

Back to before it all began to end

Flooding the floors
   She bathes me in moonlight
   The illumination marinates my little transgressions
Drowning out the light pollution
   Purifying my mind
   with the ***** things she whispers
Swaddled up in a bulletproof aura
   Swallowed whole by the void of existence
   I've never felt more secure

******* tear me apart
Feel me explode
As you tear into my skin

With cross-hairs set on my heart
Teasing out a sharp-shot
Instead you pull the pin

Throwing yourself on me
My saving grace
As we become sacred shrapnel

We weren't sick
   Until the doctor prescribed 
     Our lives away 

     I wasn't crazy
   Until they shamed me 
For opening my mind

You're not God
   Until you realize 
     *We're everybody