Do not fail yourself; for me.

"I don't know, it's going to take a strong man. I'm high maintenance and head strong."

"But if you love her......"



Allow a disassemble, bury me in red. Find every bit of intuition, and label it as dead. Touching lips of pursed perspire, one loves lust, is another loves desire. Force me to exceed my own credibility and take part of this, inevitability. Wit captured in shades of blue, I'm a green eyed monster; say. For true loves haste, I admit today.
Where to know, I find lost scene... because of what you've done; I begin to pheen. Inseparable moment of that one last touch, I feel loves thrust, I cringe, I clutch. Forth effort known to indulge this pain, your integrity, your loyalty, I long to gain. With me you'll take away all of life's last flaw, your heart, your heat, your figure; I'll gnaw.

Are you strong enough? Fast enough? And willing to show me your greatness?

If not....... then let me go and know you've failed yourself.

"It's cold."

"But you need to do this."

"But it's so cold."

"Same stimulation."


Press.

Harder.

Now quickly, do it.

I lay awake only to find myself hopeless and lost within the rummage sale of my mind. This of course, run purely by donation only. My fearless leader, myself, trapped and dislocated. I am my only creator, my purest destination, my tasteful revenge. And you, my salvation.

My salvation. My postmortem. All without the ability to take me for all of my entirety. For this I sin. Sin against faith and vow. My heart now undesirable in the eyes of its keeper.

Without hesitation; lack return. For it is without a beat and without apparel.
My lips have memorized every ounce of integrity that yours shared with mine. My palms freeze in admiration only to find themselves empty.