Just like silence seeks
the clicking, tickering drip...

My soul follows the line traced by yours;
my nose can taste the touch of your emotions...

It's not killing me
no- I've been dead for weeks...

As I lay, my body restlessly confined
Embraced by blankets of silence...

All day I dream about dreaming...about things that...
I woke up one morning...

Envious thoughts on a beautiful mind,
jealousy coursing up the curve of her spine...

I was a pine last night in my dream
I had rolled over hills and dipped into streams...

I spent an hour
looking at myself today...

You see her as the strong, confidant dominatrix,
The one who doesn't give a sh*t...

The Face of Nature
There's no makeup on the eye...

Turn your face so you can't see mine
scratch your eyes until you're blind...

To shed some light, and say it loud and clear
Explain myself, yet I shouldn't feel compelled...