As my lovers screams my heart always shatter.
Eye's turned red holding back crystal's of a spatter.
As she is willing to never listen to reason.
Always defensive thinking of a treason.
As the full moon rise then the gravity pulls.
Crashing waves of high tide the hatefulness unfolds.
The Illumination of the moonlight sparks do shine.
As lovers greed we eventually start grinding.
Like the magic cougar when I stalk my pray.
Soon there will be nothing for me to love away.
Confusion in my head always needing to be free.
The only way out is my personal poetry.
Sex and fantasy has always been overrated.
When fantasy comes it is always has been forsaken.