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

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

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

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

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

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

You smell vaguely of lies
It hurts...

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