My intrepid resolution -

- Fall into my open arms again and again.
Build a nest in the warmth of my beating heart and then,
Rip into the confines of my chest and plant your soul inside.
Eat away and share with others the things that we confide.
You were the sole harbinger of my demise,
and yet I walked forward beside the lord of flies.
The day I gave death the Kansas City shuffle
is the day I learned that your cries of love,
were truly only lust in the voice of a muffle.