Soaring at this persistence
Vouching for my allegiance
Driven by passion
And breaking towards freedom

Spine dwelling chronicles
Form the blue print of my
Destruction towards my grim and ever breaking
obstruction

Reaping these scars of my beloved
for she has stamped
my heart with color;
dwelling apart from her beautiful face
She still engraves and so forwardly paves, my heart into her driven mind

At all, my flesh has seized to hold purpose
And my eyes are tired from envisioning this belief
My Four chambered recycle bin is unwilling to process this much grief
To this fact I add more, that my sense of touch
Has been bled from the appetite of my veins
Once more I am immune to these growing pains

Just off the shore of my destination I become
controlled, calm, releasing
Dreaming of her, persisting
But once again, Insanely screaming
Towards her
I’m gleaming

Driven by her encrypting touch
And by her precise perfection
I cant wait for her to accept my craft

Driven towards you
It seems as if I’m succeeding
Have I already, if not just have been proclaimed
Dead, I will not give up anyway because I am needing

I’m just glad I was driven towards you
For all my love was rigidly, painfully, creatively, carefully,
And insanely spun into you

Selfishly now;
You are encompassed in my arms,
we now have collided;
Crafted into one
 
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