Sired
You read to me tales about lost love,
 I sing to you poetry that sighs of hate.
 You caress my skin with tender abundance
 While purgatory loss sets my heart aflame.
 Yet ashes don�t burn, do they now?
 An embodiment of carmine words you crave�
 Inked upon my skin, torn pages of a book;
 Lethal, vermin, beautiful and bitter�
 One letter for another,
 We are sired to each other.