pendently crimson wearing elfin ******* &
                                               chatoyant eyes
grown from boundless harvesting she is
lonely from survival, tenacious pedicel tight
against countless snapped, spent-black fleshlings.
ripe with costly price and left single amongst
decay she adopts (though morely wields)
venin wet juice that poisons whichever loves.
                                                                                         sev ering her stem
with weathered hands, i hoist her cheek to mine
where pressure reveals the tender path
of warmly dissolve.
though she strains & twines with rot and
(the core soaks through) i devour her ***;
blight seeds, wholly
so she can grow (afflict me) elsewhere.

Thump, thump, thump, thump,
Thump, thump, thump, thump,
Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Son, bare thine heart before God,
Confess you, shame the Deceiver morely,
It is just, it is Godly!

I have sinned gravely,
I have been covetous,
Lo, I seek forgiveness!

Thine sin, though crimson-stained,
Heaven bequest thee mercy,
Cause of thine courage.
Go, sin no more!

Pray, I ask but a favour,
Suffer me not this thing,
Baptism, that I seek.

Though much multitude await,
To be confessed the same,
Grant thou this for faith's sake.

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen!
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen!
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen!

All hallows ever,
And I am sitting on the bed,
The bed that is a couch,
With narerly an account,
but surely still,
That Frankenstein will listen,
No morely not,
I am my own with standing,
Yet who we are is who we have repeatedly been,
Muderer's killers, who are we truly, but conglomerates of our free willing,
and lies withunderstood.

Soone must come morely close for a man as I  of tim’d depression and despair
Ergo mine armour in regards to persist has me not but men of more lingering taste
Thy lord I true to be but to forsake me, and I to bereave, lament and lust
Rather so I’d ought to make amends with my sorrowful part as it perishes into the galactics
...to heave my heart and arts into the constance of stars and ablaze such ebullition of a passion and admiration I canst no longer contain
I shall wayt everly for us to be one for an instance once more
Untold; I know not if one couldst say this to be the elegy or the orb of euphony but forsooth it is...to the Herald of Lovers.

I'm trying to have
a conversation
with you
while undergoing
self administered
electro-shock therapy
I think I will be
elucidated morely
by the nexxxxxxxt
oh helloly