I miss you so very much 
I miss your surgical grip the firm control of your clutch  
Let me plow my secrets into your skin,
Carve u a way to defeat the pain within,
As I Pierce an tear your veil ,remind you only the weak cry, 
Solitude has no argument I leave no reason to ask why, 
As your inner passions run out and cover your skin
The opaque crimson delight releasing what’s lies within
Threw me is where u fulfill your hunger for control
For the desire of your heart this is your tole.