Pleasure blossoms of reach,

lost within these shrieking trees;

Harsh lullabies steep,

smirking weeps,

how tranquil one can bleed;

Whisk rapid and repeatedly,

knavish prying inside me;

Twist and tear the hole persisting beneath an illusory façade,

sinking deeper within the smattering monsters of rot,

vast effective mirage,

traces char hot,

marque prey caught;

This isn't a glance of envisioning blissfulness,

nor a hurt to surface a vengeful seethe,

it's a dwelling to which holds own wickedest,

further unique taste of me,

another rectitude face for me.