Venus

Am I worthy? While you're locked away in a tower, I bow down to your vanity. You're the oasis in my mind of a desert. A distant shore on the oceans of chaos. My skull is a hurricane and you are the rock I cling to. Such a stoic. You use your skills on my body like a canvas. A sculptor, shaping my marble like an uneven statue. My rigidity is weighed down by your grandeur. My fragility is ignored by your arrogance. Oh, King of the Heavens. Regality is your grace. I am fatigued but you have no expiration date. They say you're the god of love but you're the god of nothing. I will drink my agua tofana and you will watch me curl up and die. Your greed is my downfall. Your apathy is a weapon of mass destruction