I was
too young, to hold on,
To what
I had been given,
That I
was given youth,
A life
I did not live in.
Surrendering
my greatest love,
In hope
of salvation,
To be
drawn out on a cart,
Hung for
conducting masturbation.
My mouth
was dry,
My heart
was still,
But all
had been forgotten,
I must
now haste, time is short,
I’m
feeling rather rotten.
Upon that
day, when I first woke,
In a
state, delirious,
I open
up, and tried to speak
But spoke
of nothing serious.
I learnt
that sweetest dream,
Had stolen
my dearest heart,
I refuse
to grieve from this news,
Of which
I was a part.
I ordered
tea and cup cakes,
And loads
of honey to pour,
I ate
and ate a thousand cake,
Till I
could eat no more.
I dressed
again, then once again
Just to
be sure,
That when
I left my perfumed bed,
I would,
just him, adore,
He lived
within, inside my head,
And never
did come out,
I use
to hear him deep inside,
And all
he’d do was shout.
He
gasped my brain within his crawls,
And
squeezed it till his end,
But I understood
his call,
And went
around the bend.
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