if i "were" infected

Bled the book has escaped

see,

that i have bleed,

see that i mourn for him.

now my faith dwindle,

for u thought it was simple.

me and blasphemy, are symphony

a melody that listen to tragedy.

look,

as my words written for witnesses

reads in curiosity and burn in activity

in friction that cause addiction.

activity that needs to be stopped by intercessory

fertility demography and multiplicity.

read my potty red frigidity lips

read on, read on.

activities we do to escape reality.

pick up a book and gone

we are away for the moment.

close come back oh no gone

again it was just a second.

Empty the cup of love

youre my empty cup,

the one I hold in my hand,

the one that used to be filled.

the one that used to be chilled?

my cup that I love.

my love of u has moved up

my love my love i cant stand.

i have u now.

i hate that i have nothing anything any more.

a moment in time that my love is my true filled cup.

and now u showed up

and now u show up in my place, in my my place to show your face.

how I love to wish that this is a phase.

how i wish i loved your face.

my face that is the cup.

the cup that is my wish.

the wish that is my love.

the love for the empty empty cup. oh please grow up!

be silent be still.

for i wish that bees are still here in your face.

empty wish for an empty cup of love.