Spell bound fear, release her pride
Selfish nature branded within...

Wounded souls in damasked cloth of thorns
Isolate this pale regret...

Grade my dynasty by exposing past eras
Heavy disfigured shoulders, symbolized burdens...

Uncontrolled desires, whispered tease
A gentle massage, given by Mr. Breeze...

Through your trials and life's weary loads
May Zenith angels peace your bumpy roads...

Violated no more, I'm your shield
Your body is cozy in my strong arms...

My mischievous massaging master of mischief
Has started a hunt for hot honey...

Rain thrashing down, winds becomes cold
Cursive strokes narrate her famished soul...

Theories of men and women exist
Narrating one side of tales...

A burden of death has written my fortune
Tyranny overcame blessings...

Life's plastic container
I'm dull...

I am clothed in fear still it seems
All my trust bares a wound...