Let me know in low whispers
if it’s alright for me to follow
you, utterly devoid of faith,
just so you may lead me
El retrato de Dorian Gray.
A place it’s fine to holler
all which is fighting to be said.
no limits to retreat
no reasons not to stay.
P.S Why does this all rhyme with Christian Grey?
Too easy to lump it all to one ending vowel.