How does one outlive
A thousand-and-one heartfelt gestures?
With a heart full of fear,
I beckon you to hear
How I shower the walls with my tears.
How would one burn through
The ceiling of Hell?
Beauty recedes with your eyes
Back to memories inside your mind.
Like silver tides, your tears are swallowed
By golden sands,
And feral hands.
Another penetration is needed
This time, for your virgin mind.
A learned soul, is a cold soul,
Exactly as mine.
And you’ll roll with me among the grime,
Sweating unlike the swine.