Enshrouded in the warmth of my chest's clutch,
she sings pontifications to the dark
in baritone persuasions' dulcet touch
and my soprano's deference, so stark
that messages of love vibrate the strings
of every fibre running through my whole;
to muscles' wry accompaniment, she sings
an aria that twines our very souls
in bondage unintended by her song,
asylum's wall encompassing my mind
with dark affection's desperation's throng;
devotion turned into a tie that binds.
Within, she deafens, chokes my ailing heart;
with love she kills, and tears our world apart.
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