Delirium
is my abysmal...

He lays freely
on his side...

I dreamed of you last night,
regrettably...

I suppose your phantom will eventually seize me,
whether it may be at the trains of midnight...

I want a man who won't laugh
when I play him his own melody...

I've been told
that it only takes approximately...

Dearest Peanut Butter,
what have you done to my lips...

Towards the sun, there seems to be
a water full of memories...

I can barely watch you stand
without my heart aching...

I ponder to my mother loudly,
over the pulse of the steel blender...

I'm sure God sees it....
Her hidden eyes...

I am sure you are one of the few
who hears my blood running...