Touch one, I smile quietly
Twice, my heart will soread...

A lamppost burns like heaven's delight
Beacon for calm on a busy night...

The soft pitter-patter entices me
Calling me into its grasp...

Echoes of your voice
Haunting, my head...

Touch
Starving eyes...

Guardian's eyes
Black, with death...

Dear Murderer
You know your name...

We are flowers in the sand
Unique designs...

Down the concreate path I venture
Under the amiable, embracing sun...

I take my heart, my body, my soul
And put it on a platter for you...

Darling, I must tell you
Your being oblivious is disappointing...

A high white sun
Beats down on the hot, jagged road...