Your love for me a beggars outstretched hand. Starving junkies crouched in alleyways. Meggaty flesh peeling from skelletons of dead poets.
Your love for me that of mothers for afterbirth and abborted fetuses. That of virus ridden crackwhores motionless sex in rent by the hour slime hotels with cunts smelling of rotten cum.Empty souls hungry for the next rock.
You feel for me not love, compation, respect. Only greed and desire of physical pleasure. Your soul empty, lost, abandoned. Forever waiting, forever wanting, forever roaming the untouchable steets of desire.