What good are my eyes,
if I can’t see your face.
When you enter a room,
my pulse picks up pace.
That’s me crawling,
under your skin.
One word at a time,
searching for sin.
Together we’ll make it,
all the way to the top.
I just can’t help myself,
please don’t ask me to stop.
dead beat poet 
Don’t ask me to stop, I’m a fragile work of crystal, forever spinning, forever playing
Just cannot help myself from saying
This game gets lonely sometimes