I seeketh that vehement hospitality
Nothing shy
All open
With one proud to be

I'm sick of dreams
I'm sick of screams
Like a baby with no milk

I seeketh one
For this blood to be spilt
And her to pump this broke choked heart

No jokes
No farce

No remorse
No darts


Crumbling
Mine brain is swelled by clotted destruction
I canst function

Sick and disgusted by these wanting's of hands to stroke mine face
A separate place

Wherein no man doth enter
Wherein me and her are the center

Of ourn own universe!!!