Wish here you were
I'm tired and long for the touch...

You are my perfect enemy
without bleamish...

In between days
of soundless moons...

He always falls in love with Magdalena
Not once , but a thousand times...

The classic corners are reversed
to a path leading back into...

Late dark makes evenings of us all
a black and windy crow...

Such was your enemy
baptised into the red red blood...

The scream
in stilled silence...

When I'm in my darkest hour
locked up...

The light is set alternate
and i\'m attracted...

Your honour today i represent myself
with glazed eyes and mad hair...