Quick, crack the casket
She's breached the flank
and plans on scalp'n my think tank
I grabbed the brass to finance a glance
but her chant'n left me in a trance

I must be made of clay
'cause when she reached inside of me
and applied the heat I froze in place
My eyes caved in and within I sank

She put me back inside the cage
where shakes feel like quakes
and the cold eats through quilts
like a weaponized wolf drinking silk

Frantic, I'm tearing at the pages in a panic
Trying to make wings but wound up in a hammock
I think it's probably obvious I lost the schematics
That or the fabric's just too ******* elastic

I'm not dramatic I'm rationally passionate
and if you think this is bombastic I suggest
you take a step back and flavor the magic
She says I'm stoic I say I'm galactic
my s.o.s just hasn't reached her yet