It won’t be anything you are used to,
It will turn you out and leave it bleeding;
Suppressed desires warped in royal blue;
Gasping for a second chance, needing.
The subtle brush of the worlds beyond
The simple horizons of mundane life.
Truly unbreakable, uncorrupted bond,
The devotion will bloom and run rife.
It’s on the table; a one-time offering,
To break the skin and dive into vastness.
It will be glorious, despite the suffering,
So, are you willing to partake in this madness?