Rather us dead in the busy highway then comfortable in bed
We’ve engaged perfectly with only an occasional blemish
Instead of merriment we found fouled brains promoting horrible condemnations
Something about accelerating our trip damnation blurred gazes
They rather us mauled than resting unharmed in affection
Severed penis half erection sowing shut your physical slice of Heaven
No rules broken we weren’t supposed to work they never guessed it
Imagine our death their good night because we never treat each other bad
Jealous with swords for mouths.
Emotion Dough 
What are you thinking about after reading this?