Framed "Love"

And while the incense burned, all the ash I collected The smokey aroma kept me safe and sweet And all the words I wrote, as we learned those lessons, yet I was the only to write. Seclusion was what kept me, promoted by you and I- both. I let them desecrate me, but you most of all. I wrote before you, I wrote for you, and still I continue to write Your soul was a fire, and not the same furness I like to gaze upon Yet your darkness did enchant me, taught me, and now I have escaped thee. Glory, for he had destroyed me. But here I compose the stages, unlike you, how you composed immoral vitality and framed it as being godly. So I kept to myself, while serving you as a master. And as a slave I sang and eventually escaped the disaster. -Inspired from what I escaped a few months ago-