You smell vaguely of lies
It hurts...

You're all at once humid and refreshing
But cold in winter...

I hate you
I hate the fact that you lie...

What's the matter?
You reek of tragedy and monotony...

My own culpability and naive reassurance...
Until the boy shows up...

Relent, wet summer breath
Whisper like a strange green wine...

My heart rots black-
I couldn't stand to feel it...

Let this be my epitaph
Dust replaced tears long ago...