het is wel engels :/

[riOtgrrl]

I kneel for you, my aqua.
Your sweat - my thirst.
Eared for your nonsense,
underestimated embryo of Socrates,
spread your legs,
for all is less complex in writing.
The brief escape of your hands,
out of electric-field-buzzing,
like the x-rate eyes,
burning the miles of my mind -
due to abandon me, toasted.
Your essence a circle -
a search of poor prospect,
to its omega.
"So melt", the imposter Logic said,
squinting violently.
But canned heat acts preposterous,
you maintain freezing cold.
Alone in this north pole,
I feel the ice of embracing cocoons