guide me, help me
like you always do...

“I know. I know.
There’s much to be done...

You how the clock ticks?
well, it ticks...

Oh lord, I confess. Oh lord, I confess.
That it's been more than three days...

Agony is a doll across the room.
She rests in a bed of pain...

a bone without meat
the chewing heard amidst the street...

When cellulite appears before my eyes
I see the dimples on the skin with fright...

Oh life…
Oh well...

man are like candles
the more you turn them on...

I write and write
to write what I wish to write...

a drink on the brink of falling,
oh falling...

an apple and an Apricot
appear afore an ape...