So Tampered

" The taste of aphrodisiac mind
   Mental exhaustion king of ill
   The mouth tampers forcefully time 
  Heartache ponders on the rest

 The guests of Eve, the visitors of morn

 Still so fruitful, still glazed by euphoric drunks
The hateful could not yearn peacefully

The ecstatic yearns in wilds and all restlessness

Now the falling could not be gestated
The psyche steals from the fold

imbued into the rest of the veins and souls

are but the tinkering imperfections of the grave."