Fame.
Fortune...

Whispers of forgotten dreams
float around my bedroom...

My Sun, my existence,
shines down from heavens above...

Despair.
All consuming...

The little creatures,
dainty in their nature...

Yeast is good,
yeast is great...

I was found at the cemetery gate,
cloaked in black and red silk...

Laying a flower at the stone,
I touch a tear near my eye...

Just when you think you are okay,
safe...

Unwanted rulers control my world,
you may think you have the same problem...

I waited outside his house until nightfall,
the girlfriend was there and they were laughing...

I close my eyes and open them again,
I have to be sure that you are real...