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

You are my perfect enemy
without bleamish...

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

In between days
of soundless moons...

The scream
in stilled silence...

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

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

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

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

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

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