L'amour is your armor of your anchor in your hearty harbor like wading in mom's fluid, but you won't fulfill

Jesus! I can't walk on water, despite you idealize me with your eyes of ice

The thrill of your selfish will only confirms that you are dressed to kill

Your silky skin will win when my vulnerability turns too thin to lock in your lies

Everytime I drown in your tears you put on your rancid crown in your lawn of solitude

Your malignant magnetism makes it hard to flee, to restrain your pee gradually for eternity

Your maneating mirror full of scratches has created your mirage from an heritage, as your ancestors pollute

Indeed, your probing past drills your chest, as your parents have failed striving for the best, oh lost dignity