Oh what a trial is the sinful shaft,
The expulsion and eruption of the yang,
And the terrible yin stay...
It’s Springtime, and I am twitterpated!
when our dreams
have all headed
when the memories we held tight
against our chest
only remain as tattered
I became trapped in a pixilated universe—
a virtual reality, I invested in a world
of people I couldn’t see or touch, but
Lust and desire of this magnitude are not normal,
Something abnormal but so delightful,
Inhuman but with dark charms,
Are those who have a touch,
Of the Incubus in them.
So keep your distance girl,
Lest you go and lose your soul to me.