There’s a rod through my torso
The pain pulsates reality.
Loving ain’t easy when it comes to yourself.
What were you thinking?
The truth is in your veins
That venom staring you down like a shot gun
Our love inundated your ecstasy.
That grip must have been a constraint so burdensome
Painstakingly heavy to be imprisoned by.
Life’s inadequate without your smile.
Your love is the antidote.