My eyes filled with terror,
Bearing size prejudice
And often being more concise,
I cannot compose new either,
If it were me beyond horror
What certainly lost all wisdom?
Sail against the force of inaccurate
Ocean without knowing what they propose.
Herculean strength dictates this demon
And as much as you can each hormone
Dictating my future since
In paths of pleasure, so many orgasms
After losing to me in disenchantment,
I freeze, even in me being summer.