Clock is ticking
(Time is evanescent)
These clumsy fingers of mine
are trying to express
my undying love to you
but I keep stumbling
on my dirty fingernails and calloused knuckles
-I give up
Do you want me to write
about pure silk and concave pillars?
How holy you think I am
No, (my love)
I am made of sharp edges
and bloody fangs
and deadly cliffs that leave you breathless
You should learn to fear me