Her infrastructure shows a deviation,
Not by her design but there the same...
An inferno of rage,
The cauldron boils...
Too caught up in the oblivious to care,
A voyeur takes stance in her infinity...
Morbid thoughtlessness prevail,
The abyss takes an horrid turn...
Not uncommon among the masses,
Achievement satisfies a hostile soul...
The end approaches with ambivalence,
Electricity flows through her veins...
Nerve endings severed...
The flow commences its journey....
Passion communicated through her only release...
It happened, and she pants...
A human form shares her inebriation...
Extracted in the domain fist rendered...
The eclipse not of the heart and soul,
Resentment caressed by the knowledge...
She lets her skeleton rest,
Among the threads of the Egyptian cotton....
Dampened only by the morbid oddity,
Of glands swollen to capacity...
Existence dwells in the Spirits form,
