I’m born within your tears
Abhor to life itself
Reprieving seedy sears
Immured in a shelf

I’m drunk within my poison
Unsavoury and melted
His dole to soon disclosure
Looks poorly and bended

I’m death within his madness
As vapid as a tumour
Unsparing, skinned calmness
His one veracious rumour

He’s my most vaunted treasure
Un-dead and never loved
Self-mutilation pleasure
Concealed in a bud.