Steal my connection
Thief of my possession
Hoard what little section of breath I have 
Drain the all you stab 
Laying with the soul who forms me whole…. 
Echo Tread Smiles
You … never stealing our deathly connection….
Your still no thief on the brink of night grasping our possessions. 
You chokehold all my materialistic connections possessions even transgressions… all that hold a 3d hollow end to no formation.
Never shall you clench any section of love I birth for her….. 
Her love for me is continuously endless transformations.