With my bleeding sword
and tired, sprained legs
I Journey on, mystory untold
baggaged, yet without bags
Through this twisted maze
and heavy lungs
and this thirsty tongue
towards 1 price, locked in gaze
Upon an inevitable claim
past this heartless game
towards my heartfelt gain
Of a soulful, sinless tame/chain
To invade and reclaim
Ur heart, from its tames/flames
long cages of insecurities
And imprudent impurities
Caused by its inhabitant
your "immaculate" bae
that impeccable serpent
which keeps you at bay
Just so I may (come and)
cure my own/portentous void
with your affectionate clay
n become not devoid
but romantically cloyed
Once we're both refurn/bished
And im your remedy
(basking) in your serenity
Hennessy mouldings our sanity
Into Rome o' Juliet's mentally'destined
If not Our own, panacean pastiche
Where we'll picnic
Upon the sea of time
whilst fishing out its stars
Watching n Waiting for the sun
To bite our fishing rod
Just so we may catch and pat it
Before throwing it back into the water
Just so it may
brighten up the sea of time
For some thousand years
