as bare as the sound of my constriction, you
sit in bliss and benediction.
in obliviousness, a mere fiction of one that
my conviction pictured.
so graceful; alluring; clear. no glimpse of
pain, no cry of fear.
my stale eyes shall blindly peer our adverse
love, heavenly tear.
now satanic howls, a crud scene flood;
washing away my grungy blood.
no sight of verve; decaying stud, left to rot
in bedeviled mud.