You're subsistent like a fever,
And I've got the flu.
My chattering teeth and carbuncles
Are just remnants of you.

You're in my hand, doll
My sweet, I've had my fun …
Times were great until you rehashed my scars
And realized you're the one –
The one who could shake my universe.
Deceit … all these times.
Translucent eyes lied
In your beautiful plaything-face.
I was distracted and now testify.
I exclaim that if beauty lies in the skin,
It will be masked by the blood, the benefactor
When he realizes what the mask causes
Reciprocation, Deviation, Debilitation
Are starkly concealed by the makeup of beauty.

You're subsistent like time.
And even though you're mine –
As I grow wizened and turn gray –
You win the battle day-by-day.
And I'm still alive – even if it's this state
With a pervasive plaything in the hand
Of me, an ambitious castle for a princess
To dwell in until I fall to sand –
I am trapped in my own dungeon
And bound to let time decide our fate.
You are insuperable.