left with my thoughts let them stir themselves like a spoilt stew or limp, useless, worthless, rotten meat that's good for nothing. dead and left for flies and worms;
i hath made worms meat of me.
deserted and alone with my inner most thoughts; desires; wants; passions;
My sacred groove My sanctity My hollow alter and Ceramic pool of most holiest tap water. Locked.
Where noone can capture my hunchback, deformed, depressed thoughts and passions As I Cry Sanctity.
where they cannot be killed where i can bow so stubborn knees but not regret the effects of mine crimes?
help angels, make assay.
i am naked i am relieved i am pleasured i am truthful in this hollow tub of release i thank whoever invented indoor plumbing for my madness and sanity