Analysis

The fire swept over
Your celibacy
I am naught
I am reciprocation

You are boundary
The morning mud
The filth
The crevices

In the cyclical night
Human: being
In the midst
Of your descent

                      I think too fuckin' much
                      Too messy
                      I spinster
                      Will you marry? Will you fuck the brains out?

                      Do it in the night and day?
                      Never come out to play
                      Listen to the evening news
                      Through your lover's ears

                      Become long winded
                      And talk about having many babies
                      I am isolation too
                      You are fucked up - I say.