Ain't **** shat from this *******
's gutter brain than the grained
Wrought iron gate of man missed mate.
Rip that tip off like the paper straw
So you **** the vacuum tight
With blood dripped maw.
My mind has no more to hide,
Past decide future stride pulled by tide impartial side
When I say "I love you" I have never lied.
The quiet comes after. Echoing in anechoic halls
Because there's no you to love. Just me.