And, during this session love it is grand

As to how you have kidnapped me with your attitude.

During the reign that we have built/it still rains

With a note that reads. DIE!.

Dying slowly, dying eagerly, dying on gallows eve

To a place where they say it doesn't compare to Hell.

I decline respectful on any future orders as I have made peace

With my reasons as to why you cannot see me.

Do I need not to be more persuasive? Just so you could see thee...

Pens and pencils school in my hand/as this reiventing sonnet

Paints a picture of being killed by a weed

As the one from nature/jabs my throat like a bayonet.

So come with me my whispering image as I fall spirally

Into an endlessly pit/grab ahold as I uplift thee everyday, hourly.

-Fin