As I lay here, minutes out of an hour. Minutes out of the shower. Naked. And the power of words I devour. Like chowder. I'm out of. Hyperbole, to describe my entire. Admirer. Who which that is arms tight around my throat like Elmyra. Never too tiny to be in tuned before this expire. Out of date. Too late. Dont wait or those moments will blaze into a fire. Now what ifs clouds your empire. As they threaten your reign claiming the dethrone you from your tower. Shall you leap?....
...or shall you defend what's within deep beneath the skin. Every emotion. Every thought. Every feeling. Will you win? Or never stand, forever laid in the spot where this thought began....
...DIE!