Shake against thy shadow to be poisoned
I will shake no more from thee
For I have dug up all the roots
Connecting you and me.

You are the worlds’ distempered guest
When the tree began to bud, I daily made my desperate plea
That you avert your gaze away
I will shake no more from thee.

I severed all the veins inside
Although no blood was shared or spilled
You only know of hate and yet
I somehow loved you still.

Your eyes are scissors
Your touch- inflammatory disease
From my soul the fear has drained
I will shake no more from thee.

-Jesse Haydn