
She seems dressed in all the rings,Of past fatalities.So fragile, yet so devious.She continues to see,climatic hands that press her temples and my chest.Enter the night that she came home… Forever… She’s the only one that makes me sad.She is everything and more… The solemn hypnotic.My Dahlia, bathed in possesion.She is home to me,I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it’s worse,but the stress is astounding.It’s now or never.She’s coming home… Forever.Hard to say what caught my attention,fixed and crazy… Aphid attraction.Carve my name in my face… To recognize.Such a pheromone cult to terrorize.I’m a slave and I am a master,no restraints and unchecked collectors.I exist through my needs… to self-oblige
She is something in me that I despise




