Lacking poison/That, perceived.

id sooner be giving living up than letting love like this one
languish/lie limp/lose weight just when winter wants your warmth for
me, whatever be, wrists in binding/breaking/bearing/begging you will be
mine and you will know why
calenders and colanders cannot this choler calm or kill. drain these
days away im praying always and forever still no answers fall like tons
of bricks or hammers dropping sopping up the quiet with the moment that
can last the rest of my dry life. i've nothing left to do or leave
undone. i'll wonder if youve ever heard my voice and that alone will
drive me to insanity. that perceived deafness.