I am, because
you are not there...

Afraid to ask, the white
fingers, to write a name on black paper...

Melting in the cauldron to feed,
until later, I will seek you...

I wished
a solitary temptation...

It was a celebration.
You were ready to start...

Invite the hemlock.
In my end, you begin to climb...

It was a cloudburst-
from your saddened eyes...

Playing the double life,
coming apart at...

You walk in air
without leaving footprints...

So normal, the poverty
makes you rich...

Exploring yourself?
with an ornate dagger...

The dark energy
brings a little death, everytime...