Her golden glitter strings of hair,
Hanging on her, naked, bare.
The scent of flowers in the wall.
To linger of the will to fall.
Take me on a dead mans chair,
And beckon to my lovers stare.
And want a little passion of,
The sweetest love.
Joy taught not all, my needy wants,
As your breasts are perfect form.
Your body lies in waitful loss,
Like lightning in a storm.
Until intrepid be the gift,
As on your beauty i simply sip.
And rest for one eternal night.
As the mountain roams, an ashful sight.
Your will of beauty comes with cost,
Like the deathly worlds holocaust.
For man and God, resful not.
As the bible taught.
Misty guns and smokey rooms,
Suicide will take them soon.
And death will narrow evil souls.
Until the dead in hell will eat their bones.
For not one love to wilt or cry,
The tears of hate, and sorrow.
For every thing, my bleeding eyes.
Knows your beauty always now and come tomorrow.
Everything must die.