Put a tempest to my heart,
Watch it bleed like burning love letters.
Emotions peeled with pure art
Let my words fly without feathers.
In respite to forget all building within
I killed every thoughts in me.
Buried them in the warm breasts of Elizabeth inn.
Cold and immune I shall be,
Sorrowful sadness shall surely sleep.
But Only time can sing her a lullaby.
At the next sight of passion would i leap?,
Or play a Defunct role of a passerby?.
my mistakes became my muse,
Out of her came verses I can use.
