Your words, crawl on my skin

Every inch, covered in vitriolic secretions.

You’ve always burnt, your way, into me

Will you lend me some tears for my redemption ?

Your lyricism, attacks my heart,

Deconstructs my precious coherence.

I am feeling for your inner battle,

Will you trust to me, in your fears’ appearance ?

Your compass, points far beyond the stars

I would only wish, I could come to your assistance

But the sonnet is written, for just only one

Trespassers are strictly forbidden.

Unavailingly, I wander, along with your words

Seeking your empathy in my excruciation,

I have already chosen my cross, my beloved

Will you, gallantly, beat the drums, at your discretion ?