From Missouri,
Was this friend...

Everyday, I suffocate in a public atmosphere
Full of irrelevance, fallacies and opinions...

Beautiful man on the other side of the 401,
Would you meet me halfway...

He was a flesh embodiment
Of Rothko's art...

I sensed a warning sign
Before he could even speak...

Oh how I was happy at first,
The girl who used to love me bought me...

Beautiful man on the other side of the 401,
Would you meet me halfway...

My lips haven't stopped saying your name
Since the last time you kissed it...

I loved a man
named after Charles Bukowski...

A December night
With two souls...

I lay my armour down
And call it a day...

No amount of city lights
In Florence can outshine...