My Eyes Advise

Concquer the compulsion masquerading as my heartbeat driving my hand to the tails of your coat that you would throw my soul a bare bone to chew on Souls don't have teeth. The demon will gnaw relentlessly, addicted to admiration for validation of the beauty I was given before you looked here without seeing past the front of my nose. I'll not run back and forth to earn imagined worth I'll live in the wealth Already myself Already in Love.