Stiff callused eyes watch upon you my dear.
Pleading to grace your fleshy glow, matted pistols hold your sides lean with secure warmth capturing innocence in a way I can't purify but you do, my glimmering creation.
No more than a nift I crave your contorted means of justice passed upon generations down to your plumbetting feet.
Soft strokes feature satisfaction through your rotten smile; bright as daylight - evil lurks beyond it.
Wreath leaves crown your charismatic loopy curls with vigorous power pampering your eyes with the charm of an infant.
You're a king off price, dreadful to invision yet stem of nature's philosophy, an incarnated angel masking the devil it possess.
Be wary my softspoken cannibal, not every flower gets a chance to bloom twice.