Soiled

With our eyes intertwined, gasps and silence domain

I seek for independence on your fetish smiles and laid-out chances 

I, so will I? For I will see beneath the rusty rants and pants of your breathing

I was drawn, drowned and killed

You shall stay on your brethren and I shall save my soul's last endeavor 

Ang when the man say 'Take your things along with the cost'

My breath will snap in wind's shady ordeal

And nail must plunge to the loose banging head

Like a parton's screw and sirens

When driven saucers course through the shelf

And plates muffles their discourse 

The breaking points shall grasp their chances

As the presence of you still lingers on my nose and breath

Who will save the cost's price when bloated?

Contrary, shall I? I shall dried my things out

A three candid and triumphatic return of the shattered glasses in floor

This I, said to me 'I shall take the cost in you'