Spam
I would do it just for you
Tie it up in chains, hold it tight
Grip it down with all my might
Knuckles white, chest is heaving
Grunt and sweat trickles down
My face and enters in a pool
Where the rainbow is trapped and
There you are, your smiling face
Evil
Demonic
Lustful
Staring me down with forgotten grace
Till eventually
All becomes nothing and nothing becomes you
And suddenly I see
That a friend who is best is not there at all.