I want you all to know
Edger Poe and his fairest Lenore
have nothing on me and the loathsome I adore.

We are as sheep in the pasture of time
and our shepherds name is love,
seeking guidance from above
in the stars we counted.
On our blanket on our backs
watching forever.
The little dipper was your favorite constellation
where you laid your foundation,
in the sky way up high
and you used it,
sticking it in the cauldron of my love
and pouring it's contents on the bare floor.
But I let you
Cause your the loathsome I adore.

From the deep fiery pits of hell
you cast your attractive spell
on this little boy you knew so well,
so well.

Evermore, nevermore, in the words of Sweet Lenore,
your name burns evermore
sweet loathsome I adore.

Two leaves caught in a violent wind
forever trapped to never end their desperate fall.
A hurricane of good intention would cause less harm
than this love invention so I say.
And I hope.
And I pray.
That on some Godforsaken day I'll have a little more,
a little more faith, cause she took it all away,
and left me hungry for just a little more
of the loathsome I adore.