A boy of few words caught salty wind with his sail
To his empty cave: splash waves out from its mouth
Crash onto Sandra's shores a little further each time
As he approaches the sand mortar walls of a child's pail kingdom
She's holding steady atop her tower of stone and broken beach glass
The queen of plentiful ruined "compulsing" relations
He hooks a rampart, climbs up her wall
Still she waits holding drawn, a shot through his heart drops him in horror
Beauty kills with thick adorned lips: kiss of death
Cuts right through the line he has gone fishing for
Complementary reactions a plenty; ruined "compulsing" relations
She twists a hole in his chest
Throws off her wall to watery ditch
Can't breathe underwater
Can't breathe; losing water
Bleed out; clouded water
Now: away light fades
Plentiful obsessions turn compulsive reactions
To your bliss, full of my "compulsing" relations
Stabbed my sappy black and blue ways
Ruined cum, pulse is fleeting