My heart aches from all the desperation
My soul turns as it wishes
For someone to see me with pure admiration
One who could lend me butterfly kisses
Instead of withering separation
My body rots away
My organs decompose
Along with my conquests that refuse to stay
Commitment is a suicide I suppose
But their abstinence has left me in a state of decay
and soon I will be nothing but soil
Along with me will be maggots in dirt,
A few wheats and the smell of spoil
And what lives would be my hurt