Sting of the Spindle

Mistakes made, but not me. While charging this bigotry I fail to fall into what should be absence of argument. Into an abyss, a Dark Traveler I easily Become if I remain Unconscious. Our differences Nauseate me so I prick my finger in order to Dream. Pleased now that our Prince Charming is one in the same. With love and libido generously mixed with androgyny. So we can see Eye to eye.