Four Walls As Mirrors

beheaded blame is constant love is a crushed, ornamentated adjective to you yet and still i am under you submissive to your rhythmic therapy there was a time when i was a thorn searching for a bush nowadays i am an earthworm looking to be part of a footprint in a neglected garden yet and still i drink the flavored saliva of your passionate persona i am proud to be a thief stealing snowflakes of happiness from honest presentations of bliss i become a dense dunce cutting my finger at the point of the cap that causes migraines yet and still i lick up the majestic masterpiece disguised as a brilliant secret in continuous bloom fruitless flagellation performs as parallelism forever is an interrogative interest descending to you yet and still i manage to lie to myself and call myself stable, strong and able