Ode to Her I found her, the beauty I had always sought. She gleamed with beauty and rewards great. I forced myself into her and she responded. For she would be mine. I inspected her daily to learn her constants, To find her new spots and to learn her delicate ways. I came to a spot so great that we both knew Would be life-changing and grand. For she was mine. I went deeper into her, but what I came to find... Was not what I had desired. My very own death was nigh, For her deepest treasure was my worst nightmare. For I was hers. I made myself go deeper, I never obtained relief, and as I felt my own downfall, I saw my only escape, the only way to make it all go away: I took my own life; it slipped through my hands. I knew I would never be back to that wretched whore. For I was hers. She was my wormhole.