My angel,
Who loves me passionately...

I wish
I could say it...

No fear
Against you death...

She lies because she's scared
I tell the truth because I'm strong...

Polished wood
Shimmering grass...

Just them them, it was self-hatred
and the pity from them...

Frozen in time
And scarred for life...

Foreign and forgotten
Ignored and Rotton...

These hands are strong enough to destroy
These hands can be softer that joy...

My mind
Is sickening...

I wiped my foggy window, crisp with the cold,
and I looked out to see a butterfly...

The heat,
Was smothering me...