The echoing screech of repitition
Tears through my ears,
And is buried in my heart:
Hurt, love, hurt, love.
The echoing ring of my silence
Is unbearably painful
When mercy is found,
Wearing murderer's gloves.
I'll tell you one thing: who's a real good liar.
Myraid beauty to set your eyes on fire.
Emotion in masses of pure desire?
Something or other, let us conspire...
Vortex in the center of my mind, convulsions accompanied by sets of violent spasms, growing ever expanded at the fault of the woman who swallowed me whole...
