You're a dream,
a beautiful...

Because I love you,
I give you back to yourself...

I am cold here in my heart.
Cold inside this beating, pulsing place...

As you speak those words
I wonder...

You pleaded me for everything:
my love, my time, my trust...

We grew up together,
she and I...

Run.
The door is open...

I feel so numb
so hollow...

The black ravens follow me,
whistling along with his verses...

I give this to you,
please...

In that strange wasteland,
of both bright and dark...

In that place -
on an unfolded futon...