Scorn

I parish and nobody will know as my mouth remains still my heart awaits me, filled with gravel as the pain grows with each touch since I marked her out from my tower reality focused through forbidden lenses she owns enough of preciousness a penalty given by the source but I still have no choise through the hinderens freighten a labarynth closing at the edge of space but they never allow she´s shut....for all beings but one I give, I scorn, I treath