fear runs through me
deeper than it hath before
fears of love
fears of loss
can you taste the sweetness
of the nectars of heaven
and break yourself
from the source
or must you then
drink forever
though temptation be corrupt and
shall, indeed, murder you
in your lust
if the pain of corruptivity
is the sweetness
shall you endure
or break in fear
my pain entwines my sweetness
that look in your eyes
though it maketh the tears
begin to flow from mine own
is none other than that which
makes my body shiver
in complete desire.
