I'll never be your home
I am not as beautiful...

I slumbered in the deepest calm
No remedies or soothing balm...

There is an unopened letter,
there in that box...

I don't want any of it
Roads, lights, buildings...

I wanted to speak of my panic
Maybe to it...

Drunk on the anticipation of desire
Burning in the wanton flames of lost innocence...

Freedom
To love and be loved...

Sometimes you feel like....
A repairman...

Sometimes it feels like this skin isn't mine
It's too soft...

I never had to be as pretty as her,
Everything she had...

Maybe I never stopped bleeding
After all...

I dreamt once
Of bigger things...