do you want to see the side of me
thats infantile and barely bleeds?
living only for need
desire not yet born into a body free of disease
or shall we experience iniquity
that side of me that barely speaks
but wants silently
full of desire
the seed of disease
this side can be so comforting
fitting to the humanistic greed
a garment of truth I wear
and now I speak
free of me