you are my corrupted dream
an intended perverted fairytale

what stands between
can't push cant pull
remedy by human touch
mortar of a heart once crushed

tearing into a bleak rendition of a memory
you carry my elation on your back
carefully measuring the trigger
as you collect my unattainable repressed revelry

chain my patience to your ignorant fingers
our gleaming gold lust will go slack
as our hands spin
before they etch this moment
into a mistake

you are my corrupted dream
an intended perverted fairytale