Undoubtedly shaken
In what seems an ocean's current
Grasp of fury and hell
How else does one describe
The rift of mind and body
Torn at the seams
For where loves fire looms
There is sure to be burn victims
And blown out candles
As she asked me of death and dying
To what do I owe the pleasure?
Of chaos and peace
As oblivion reigns
For the way home
Is on the horizon
And we shall be on our way
My inamorata