Wake up, wake up, am horny! 

Calling again from the core of the earth, 

Always storming beneath my reading table, 

Coming every dawn, my lust can't resist.

Blowing my hairy skin, petting my boney skull. 

Tickling me with sweet lullaby romance me a little,

Agile all dawn to please the mistress, drunken all noon for misusing the night. 

Dismissed form work for replacing the noon with dawn, 

Lost lot of relationships for playing deaf ears all night, 

Tired of my mistress yet i can't let her go. 

Wake up, wake up, she's here again. 

Draw me nearer to cool my breath, 

She comes, she rocks,  I lust. 

Touch me small, i will be gone soon, 

My lonely status pleading me guilty. 

Stay away from me am getting bored, 

Your catastrophic scene ruin my day, 

Shocked to see myself  making love to her again, 

Crying deep inside, she's caging my heart, 

Hungry to confess the secret

my poem, my mistress .

It.

May come in your time.

When it awakes.

When it is birthed.

It.

Is what you fear.

What you are brought. 

to fear.

You have never known.

It.

And never shall you.

For when it is birthed.

The world will shatter.

The sky consumed.

Bridges shredded like melted plastic.

Buildings popped like sealed bags.

Earth disintegrated like cotton candy.

It.

Shall rise alone.

Forever regretting.

Forever to wander.

The broken world.

It destroyed.