We have come from the eagles and the larks
To encounter some age old taboo
The steel chains that bind give off their sparks
Dissipated disarray our milieu
Complacent little one in the dark
It’s a shame you give me no more fuel
My ambiance is not too marred
Harboring the dissonance of youth
You give my life no articulation
I refuse to speak in ejaculations
Our love stained by indecision
Self-induced malnutrition of mind
You don’t know how it hurts me inside
When you feel there is nothing to do
Concrete and secure you automaton
Whether you be mortician or shrew
Decayed and petrified is our love
No zest or vigor to enthuse
I’d strip the galaxies from within
If you could be so imbued
The alchemist of my affliction
Her vile root caused my hazard condition
The catacombs of my affections
Lies below the weeping willow
Harken to the ancient sounding lyre
To the wailings marooned
Beware of harpies in the sky
A sure portent of doom
Beware of harpies and their cries
Mutilating limbs of sinew
I fear the guardians of my chest have lost
Thumos