My husband, Mr. Pike
is going on a hunger strike...

Forbidden kisses
of a blackberry soul...

Come rest with me, set us free
within a field of lavender...

I've been writing this piece
many years to date...

I've got steel of a priest
coursing through my veins...

Majestic heart of a giants rage
black icy stares, drenched in volcanic tears...

You
are the...

Windows stalk my withered soul,
forcing me to look at a future...

I am beautiful as the sunshine,
dancing upon the mirror before me...

I see a natural me
within mirrors of three...

I wanna go back, to that ole river that sings,
travel upon that holy highway...

Drowning upon a devils ear
masquerade in unison of three...