1663.

I would much rather
stab you than love you. Fevered
motions marking need.

1662.

His faithlessness leaves
no marks but each strike still counts
as willful abuse.

1661.

They stay lined up on
his strings until he finds the
one worth breaking new.

1660.

If only you knew
how dependable your lack
of truth always shows.

1659.

A constant relapse
into hope that quickly then
turns to mouth's ashes.

1658.

With you I truly
understand the impetus
to make with murder.

1657.

Heart's Oppenheimer,
always ready to become
death, world destroyer.