The sun penatrated my lids as I awoke,
then like a burning autopsy, I saw your insides.
Gazing as silence crept through the air,
my seizures ached to be removed.
Yet only as your eyes waste the day,
they remained dormont in my veins.
Only still I wished to corrupt those perfect organs.
Still I wanted to tear a hole in your trachea
and fuck it untill you breathe cum.
But your eyes, a peircing flesh cold, held me still, they held me close.
And as my internal yearning functioned correct, so did your will to disconnect.
And I never let you.
For as the sun disappeared over the grave horizon, your lids shut, and I was free.