Work hard, stay in school
dye your soul...

Tell the artists what you think of time
and of their soft and chalky lips...

You walk through the fluorescence, turning
a corner to find a brown box on the floor...

A bitter train of thought
a little bit distraught...

Sole thoughts plagued with the rot of your remains
more lost, but left impressions of bitter disdain...

Cords
extend...

I once knew what i wanted
and thought that i had to have it...

And as the shivering woman looks down
with broken heart and broken spirit...

I am the temptation,
burrowing under skin of the weak...

I breathe my love and i taste your flesh
every day i need it less and less...

Memories of a distant past
endless seas which r unsurpassed...

It feels
as if my life...