I could lose myself
to the white noises of summer...

I am
pretty ugly...

Outsiders perceive me
in a series of random ways...

Love is not
for the weak-hearted...

I have two voices...
One tongues of fashion...

I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs...

I could have loved you
with all the originality of truth...

He thought I didn't notice
the words on his tongue were impaired...

God showers mankind
drenching our tart budded tongues...

The air smells of sandalwood
and fills my nose...

I'm aware of the voices tonight
and I can feel the monsters glare...

The chill of reality
has settled it's rime...