The heart of your admirer

Penny for your thoughts crimson believer

Rustic Nine tails for your doing wicked deceiver

Written on the lips of her contempt

Avast the branded payment that was spent

This the poor girl with the used body

or the hell raising boy with a mind twisted so naughty

Given the ravished fest for their inspiring all

Knowing the last taste would summon their fall

Life is that of a frail time , a shattered thin

You can not rest till the purpose is found within

Her Purpose and trust is spilled out beneath the floor

Its her heart that beats the rapping , \\\"so ever tapping, on your chamber door \\\"