I place the love of me in a cup, tossing it to the end of a endless table
Preying as is glides, that it'll reach the edge and fall
I place my commitment in a bag, a black hole is where I threw it
Doing the same with my Hippocracy,my offection, my happiness,and with all the tears I Snead for you over the years.

Why I do this?
Why disassemble?

I'm doing it to find how I love you, how should I a feeble being like my self
How do I love a freshly polished diamond, like you
With sun kissed skin, so potent that God has yet to find a light that you don't look good in
With a smile, a smile what light the realm of my life no matter how mad I find myself.
And that mind of yours, giving, prospures, stubborn....

So seeing that I still haven't found how,I continue
Tearing off my flesh
Ripping out my lung
Pouring out my blood
Still nun, as I stand here as a fragile abode,
I notice a glow, bright a vim at the same time
As if that glow was here fighting to shine but still going
Reaching for the light I fall...into the cup, thru the bag and softly in to the black hole.