• Sweet, sweet Agony.
    I find your lithe and
    Nimble fingers
    Picking away at
    The seams of
    My dreams.
    Tearing away at
    My escape
    From reality.
    Wrenching me away
    From it and
    Throwing me back
    Into the cold embrace
    Of pain.
    Your cold embrace,
    Held together with
    Loving arms.
    Sweet, sweet Agony.