Her back, laced with achne, the sores
bulbous and weeping, he kisses her.
- Right at The base of her neck -
There was tandems and elephants,
Some sort of bizarre metaphor.
- A Blurry Representation -
She was his everything, a glowing
spectacle of defiant significance.
- Weaved by the stars themselves -
There is limitless fathoms to this
love, I'll follow you till I'm dead.
- But your wounds are getting worse -
I am at your mercy Micaela,
And this is my plea.