Devotional
He's still here but Is he still willing? More so than me Because he's my crab. His scorpio rises Riding a bull Pliers hurt But his outer shell Glistens. The creature is all about staying It persists Grabs Claims Instinct devotional and He prays to me drunk. But for what? No! I bid him to stop And then again He's the literary dream I asked for Unaware. He demands And I am his To come home to Vent Relieve. Why...