And love lies bleeding on a dead rose
Deeply untitled is the poetry that is most haunting
Behold these dead politics, they are not alluring
I find dead bodies to be essential
And crucial are the loved liars who feel the brink
Someday I will discover
My only being on this earth
There is so much power in the presentation
I find love to be perceptive
And the caliber of lies initiates the spark
And the stars are crucial to my being
And I think about the rendezvous of law
How merciful it must be to be appalled
How poetry dimes the future expense
And law is such a crucial thing, of course
For what is the waking pearl?
I shine upon the presence of my shallow being
At last the dutifulness of my soul,
For the soul reaches high remarks
And a lover\'s gaze is solid
Sink down my moonshine\'s rose
For I am present...
And it is kind of thrilling
To be struck by beauty,
For beauty is crucial, I hope
And there\'s such a talent in circumstance
To be beholden by the factual
What must we do to secure the evidence?
Oh my body in chains is such a gift
For the gift of suffering is at a loss,
For I will lose my life in chains
And the loneliness is so pure, I digress
Rush me to the roses, oh lord, oh lord
For once again, I am different
Let violence surpass me
Within the emptiness of my presence...alas
True love has escaped me once again
My body in chains is crucial
Long live the days that are livid
For livid is my soul once again
For I am Cupid;
And long live the wings of Cupid
Which are fragile,
For this beaming scenario
Shall free me...
Long live my body in chains...
May my blood behold the vision of my imminence
Guilty flaws are guilty
And don\'t be bitter about my suspense
For love is resistance,
How shall you secure my circumstance?