If love is a slow poision,
then I have drunk it slowly itself...
Passtionately enough....
Longingly enough.
I've fallen...
Fallen deeply into the massive blackishly-redened depths of obscurity.
Letting the deep roots of love catch me and grow over and within me,
Only to engulfingly liberate me...
It's the killing freedom and the chainning emancipation of love that i deeply desire for and receive from you....
I deserve the love you have for me.