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.