Think of a good title,
what is on the inside does not matter,
what is on the outside is vital,
so you'd best not get fatter,
as you are just a glossed over part of life.
and not noticeable unless there is strife.
So...
Think of a good title.

Come to me my dear,
and I will make things clear,
pushing you down the path,
into my sadistic wrath.
I'll let you believe what you want,
as I watch your naivety flaunt,
but there is a sinister thought,
which I hope you haven't caught,
and a horrible idea,
for which there is no panacea.

So follow me my sweet,
I'll be sure to watch you,
let me take you to my street,
as you believe the ******* I spew.
So don't you dare,
begin to trust me for a minute,
I'll harm every hair,
as my explicit thoughts are infinite.

He did not understand the storm within his mind; as his thoughts would turn towards humankind,
He thought of the hate within his life,
but his thoughts were pure,
as he analyzed the strife,
and contemplated a cure.
But behind the greatest intentions,
and all of man's creations,
there is a whirlwind of temptations,
which must be pushed in the right path.
But with all the greed and the hate,
and surrounded by sin's bait,
things will go awry,
as it is only fate.
So with his heart as pure as gold,
slowly melting as he gets old,
always doing as he's been told,
until his heart is covered in mold.
And with his distraught inside,
slowly going bad with age,
he realizes his dreams have died,
while living life out in a cage.

My dear, my love, my heart,
the thought of where you are tears me apart,
that when my thoughts go out to you,
they only die in that deep ocean blue.
So I build a ship which can fight the treacherous sea,
one which can withstand the crashing of the waves,
and with this ship we will be free,
and no longer held as one of love's slaves.

The love runs through my veins,
although currently I have a blood clot,
at a younger age I slipped through the chains,
although I fear I have finally been caught.
As these thoughts begin to swell up inside of my heart,
and my heart begins to slowly tear apart,
I realize there is no going back to the start.
I must rebuild and reset my shredded insides,
in an attempt to maintain these growing tides,
for the love building up in me cannot be contained,
which leads me to funnel my love to be drained.
But do not worry as it will not be wasted,
as I will drain it out into your soul,
and I will continue until my heart is fully basted,
or until we are whole.

Say something prolific; in an exasperated tone,
separating yourself from the everyday drone.
Over-indulge in your own self shame; as you ***** out your pride,
in an effort for someone to say your name.
You once loved yourself; although unaware that the love is lost,
while trying to prove something,
as your heart was the cost.

You let these stars fall upon you; as we accelerate to our eventual supernova,
gathering energy and heat,
which will lead to the most magnificent end,
but not before becoming a magnificent,
light.