As I open, a shutter close
Maw search for the lost words
As out come meaningless clause
Punctuation's and senseless pause
A smile I stretch, forms a sneer
Chunks of food there held by the cusp
Along with the whiff of the last sup
Rode snarled in wind-mare's husk
Eyes held, a stare stormed
Veins of desire in web ensnared
Pupil in eternal dilute stare
Peeked the lines of oceans tear
My hands waved, to paint the air
But to it I flourished much confuse stock
As in its dear flight came a stroke
To cheek that broke into break a revoke
Needless to speak, gainless to be told
That a monster of her I hath mold
The Angel bound in vicious hulk hold
That spared my neck but staved my adore