Those eyes made of glass
That beauty is cellophane 
That form is a
Rhythmic passage 
Meanings one beseech...

Raped muse
Multiple use.

This world in my tongue
Inside this warm mouth
Is like a half dead [bad word] #33;
She roars, she crawls
She's a cold metaphor
Sucking my main vain…

Small grain
Can make a change 

Mouth is world 
And word is human
Because of the word 
Mouthful of thorns.

I eyes made of glass
I beauty is beauty as sin
I passion is in pain
Self is insane

Word is a stain
hurricane.