Uprooting Oaks

Come winter I will harrow your chill heart;
And warm it more though wild winds may sweep down
From mountains desolate; I'll make you smart
With passion as I use you; you will drown
In the emotions you cannot express,
Because I've filled your mouth with my hot piss;
And you can gargle it in your distress;
And know you are my toilet: you exist
To service me and satisfy my needs -
As seasons come and go; and so do I;
I'll fill your holes with all my viscous seeds;
I'll make you want to dream that you can fly
Into the sky like Icarus - I'll frown
And uproot oaks to bring your chilled heart down..