tell
me
who
u
grieve
for
then
tell
me
what
can
bleed
more
than
the
tender
whore
u
sanctified
pumped
sore
&
crucified
with
tender
lies to
satisfy
ure
world
weary
soul
free
basing
stone
mason
dressed
up as
a holy
man
drop
ure
frock
&
pull
my
locks
as u
minister
from
behind
me
design
me
entwine
me in
madness
soak
me in
sadness
&
resolve
to
absolve
my
wicked
name
blink
&
u’ll
miss
me
kill
&
then
kiss
me
as u
christen
me
ure
greatest
shame

the
continent
on ure
hip
i have
claimed
as my
own
the
south
east
region
of
fleshy
bone
where
few
have
traveled
my
mouth
will
roam
into
freckled
lands
speckled
with
moans
composed
of prose
from
muffled
tones
i reign
the
expanse
marked
by the
dance
of my
delicate
fingers
to
&
fro
high
&
low
i trace
the
loam
with
heavy
breath
&
driving
groans
&
in this
zone
all my
own
sown
with
stars
i make
my
throne
emotion
as my
only
fuel
devotion
as my
only
tool
i pioneer
with
sovereign
rule
to
have
my
cake
&
eat
u
too