My love, do you mind

My thoughts running free

In this rugged terrain

Of sweet deceit and pretty lies

When methinks death, 

Do you really, really mind

When the glass ceiling breaks

And the shards pierce not me

But my will to live

Emotions run low

Solace-o-love fades in & out

The want grows, it f**king itches

To take my guts out & make it bleed

I can see the wenny men’s ring

My story’s now complete

Do you think it’ll be delicious too?