Just beat it.
I hear it,
the jangle of you buckle,
the swaying of youre knuckles.

faster, faster the swift motions come,
when will I see youre face?
Is it after you ***?
MJ's blaring in my mind,
I cant escape the feeling
the thought of you peeling,
back the skin to where we begin,
in time, out of time,
are you ready to burst?
I knock on your door,
Im dieing of thirst.