| what is this? self-abusive delusional hysteria i place upon myself i render down in my own self-pity my self-hate i have no self-worth i feel as though i am a catch that is never to be caught i know i can make you come willingly i undress you with my mind only to find i am blind to your flaws |
| i stare in awe and marvel at the perfection and symmetry that is you as i place the pieces they seem to fit my fingers trace a picture of your face my tips move and part your lips but alas i have fallen to the realisation beyond civilization beyond strength power; creed bonded by purity to make you beautiful |
| do I have to spend my life peering through key-holes watching angels mend i can be anyone but your friend. |