The rose budded, but bloomed black
And it set creation back...

Run into - Collide,
My inside outside...

Cold fingers down the heated spine,
Flesh to flesh, meld and intertwine...

I touch - her alabaster skin,
My eyes consume this sin...

Dear Mouse -
You think I didn't see you...

For Matthew
Vibrating rock, ricocheted variations...

Voices screamed out from the walls that closed in,
I murmured to quiet my heads constant spin...

Run away to hide
Scream out inside...

Cold, Still, Defensive, Alone,
A running motionless drone...

I know that this is good for me,
But I just can't let it come to be...

It stings now, where once was whole,
It bleeds now, out from the gaping hole...

I try to hold onto the words you say,
But they rebound and drift away...