Beads of sweat run one by one
Down a quivering neck...

With each stroke of these keys,
Words from my heart spill onto...

Lavish is the grass in which I find myself laying,
Staring at the sun, however not golden...

I wipe the fog off the mirror,
Hoping that it is the only reason my reflection is...

The water runs over bare skin,
Skin that is icy to the touch...