Black and white will not do alone.
Contract killing, erogenous zone.
Feeling free will reason, contextualise art.
Truth is in your being, not the whipped horse-cart.
Open your eyes to worn elements.
Drowning in familiar foreign eloquence.
Realm awaits your say, nay, your heart is blind.
He who follows blinkered, hypocrisy rules his mind.
He hath no heart beneath him, I is one, aye.
Obsolete passion reforms the divine.
Exalted is he who is inspired.
Infatuated, You complete me.
But I am exiled.