The way that you laugh, as he cuts you in half

Upon your heaving bosom rest

our woven fingers cling

inhaling selfish from your breast

toxins on tides of spring

Did I leave the window open?

Tossing reels of flames gone by

teasing me with mountainous lie

One of seven born in sin

i yield not to fiendish din

mind doth knock a mindful bow

she’s done more than you know

Tonight I’ve won and celebrate the win

though tomorrow comes, I will do it again.