Summon the naked hearts that are still suffering from the curly girl.
Straightening the lies and cheats until they become pure.
Intention or none, you know what you have done.
Where are they?
Silencing the sky until my cousin cries.
For every drop down string falling to the letter D is now missing love.
Every old man, scratching their skin until they realize what they’ve done to my last name!
Conduct the pain they bring to me, and the women that were before. 
I will stare deep through his eyes.
I will place my lips that are splitting from the distance of my lover on his skin.
I will tell him, your weak little bones are twigs breaking from the family’s spit.
Your tiny little mind is weeping for more sin, until you brake the fence of saint Charlie that you were lucky enough to be named after. 
Your addicting dick is being sucked dry and now you can’t waste my air anymore.
My dear chuck, you have lost your soul.
Weak prick, you disgust the naked heart I once gave.