Broken hives of venom left in your secret box
I don’t know if I should smile or just reap in shock
She pierce my infamy
to cure whats inside of me
I have come to treasure
The feelings of never
Wishing heartwoods of your vitamins
seek love in pursuing to
the scent of your skin and broken vex
sunbath in your skeleton
until it turns black
Crying ardor of your instinct
cries right back (to me)